My Memories - Original Writing

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I wake up to the sound of the front door closing ‘ just another day’ I tried to tell myself. As I shifted in my bed my eyes had begun to close shut again, stunned by the bright sunlight piercing through the curtains. Rubbing my eyes happened to be the natural thing to do when relieving them from the radiant sunlight. Lazily I looked to my left and the picture of my mother caught my attention, as it did everyday. Not only did I miss my mother but the picture had been a token of my innocence and a reminder of my ignorance; I guess that is why it motivates me to do what I do. Heaven forbid a few tears would escape my eyes I knew she wouldn’t want me to be like this. It was hard to believe it has been four years since her passing I just wish…show more content…
Sometimes I believed the shoes my mother left behind were evidently too big to fill. Distraught I devoted my life to attempting to change the world which had consisted of sneaking out the house to partake in sit-ins and protest. Another sit-in was scheduled today and our stand was going to take place at a restaurant in midtown across the street from the town’s library. Here I found Denise and many others who believed in the same cause. We knew that police brutality had been rampant but that did not stop us. Why should lives have to be endangered? Was it because African-Americans desired to have a better life? I knew in my bones what I was getting into was right and soon the ones who had been pro Jim Crow will see that and integrated world is not this horrendous thing. Soon all will see and they will open their eyes.
As she descended the stairs she seen a cup of coffee sitting on the countertop along side a police hat, she assumes that today was ‘just another day’ for her father as well, putting innocent people in jail must keep the heart of a despaired person pumping. Laila-Ann was on her way to the restaurant. She reminisced on when she first met Denise, it was her first meeting and the training had followed. Denise and I we were partnered together and I was forced to push her around to simulate a real sit-in. I knew people were cruel I seen it first hand on many occasions and it felt terrible to even pretend to push her around and call her all kinds of
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