Delicate footsteps over a plush carpet of a champagne hue came to a stop at its rounded end, and they shifted slightly to their left. The room was silent, save for the sound of a gentle wind weaving in and out of the excess of blooming trees of vibrant chlorophyll green, and a lone bird calling out in the late afternoon. The footsteps, belonging to an aged woman with fair, glowing skin and cinnamon colored hair, adorned in pleated pants and a lazy white unbuttoned blouse, were unnoticeable to the other woman who stood hunched over a kitchen island, a steaming mug in her left hand, a pastry of some sort in the other. The Irish woman stared at the woman intently scanning the contents of a laptop in front of her, its fluorescent glow illuminating …show more content…
“Jo,” Elle’s eyes were unfocused on Jo. Her stare seemed to penetrate farther beyond the open window in the kitchen, where pastel lemon curtains drifted horizontally in the spring breeze. “Are you okay?” Jo stood several feet diagonally from Elle, the pastry rested still in her right hand. The mug behind them, abandoned on the counter, still let out a foggy steam that travelled to the glass ceiling and dispersed promptly. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” dazed green eyes suddenly snapped and shifted quickly to meet with Jo’s own that were laced with an obvious amount of concern. Jo smiled sweetly, albeit cautiously, and pulled at the collar of her sweatshirt before replying. “I don’t mean that,” Elle shifted her weight onto her left hip while tucking long strands of hair behind her ears. “I just mean, well.” Jo paused again, a cautious grin on her face. “I don’t know how long you’ve been standing there...do you need something?” There was a lasting silence between the two as Elle turned her head away from Jo and closed her eyes. She let out a sigh. Her jaw was noticeably clenched. “I do...need …show more content…
I don’t believe I had processed it all; Elle’s deliberately spiteful words, my walking out--the tension had been palpable, what else could have been done? I reassured myself as I walked along a dirt path along the thick of the forest that my decision, while impulsive, was the right thing to do. We both needed to breathe, take a moment before we would say something that would cause irreversible damage. Travelling along the path brought me no comfort--I was left wandering the well-trodden area with tears blurring my vision, frustration building and subsiding, then building once more within me. Normally the quiet, soothing aura of nature would relieve any anxious nerves I had. Today, it only unsettled me more. However, it wasn’t the fault of nature itself--I don’t believe anything could bring me back to my gentle-hearted disposition, at least for quite a
She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.
I hold the paper in my hands. It’s crumpling under my grip, but in it I get to live in the footsteps of others. My old dress is wrinkled and torn much like the paper, but I can’t spare the money on a new one. As much as I try to focus on the crinkled piece of paper with scrawly handwriting, I can’t. I just can’t. Tears run down my face and I wipe them away. It has been awhile since I have cried, so long in fact that I was afraid that there was something wrong with me. I push myself up from the old oak I sit at the base of. There’s no use in dwelling in what I can’t change. I fold the paper back in my dress pocket and walk into the field. I used to think there was beauty in the way that the grass grows in the street; standing low next to the
The issue of abandonment and the will that it takes to survive the hardship of it is a reoccurring theme in Toni Morrison’s writing. Tar Baby, Sula and Paradise all deal with the issue of abandonment and how it relates to the characters in her stories. “Through her fiction, Toni Morrison intends to present problems, not their answers” (Moon). Her stated aim is to show "how to survive whole in a world where we are all of us, in some measure, victims of something." (Morrison) Morrison's broad vision extends beyond the individual to one that explores self-discovery in relation to a "shared history." In order to dramatize the destructive effects of this kind of dependency, she intentionally exaggerates to
Grotesque images of rape, murder, and sexual abuse are recurring throughout Toni Morrison's novel Beloved. The ideals of the white oppressor, be it murder, rape, or sexual abuse were powerful forces that shaped the lives of many of the characters, especially the character Sethe.
"Is everyone okay?!" Mint blurted out without thinking. Blueberry turned to face Mint as he softened his gaze. Sensing the fear and appalling thoughts which haunted his friend.
Part two of Toni Morrison’s Paradise tells stories from the past and the present of a number of characters that are all linked in one way or another to the town of Haven and Ruby and to each other. The stories focus on the formation of the town and its ancestors, but mostly on the backstories of the women who ended up together at the Convent. Their stories are similar in the sense that they experienced abuse or mistreatment in their lives that prompted them to seek safety and peace elsewhere. The men of Ruby grew to hate the women of the Convent and what they stood for, which was change and individualism. The men did not view the patriarchal society of Ruby as harmful to women. They thought that under their control, “their women” were
“Maybe you expect to hear my laments about ‘how much I suffer’ living with a man like Diego. But I don’t think the edges of a river suffer about letting it run,” stated Frida Kahlo. Kahlo was a famous Mexican artist who was in an open marriage. Being sexually free came naturally. It should not be a taboo that breaks up marriages. Kahlo’s marriage proved that, well after her death, when her husband stated that he wanted their ashes to be combined. Kahlo would have agreed that there is nothing wrong with being promiscuous. Toni Morrison’s novel showed the reader how promiscuous women help build some immediate family bonds within small communities.
Beloved analyzes the materialistic, emotional, and spiritual devastation constructed by slavery, a havoc that continues to taunt many; even those who were set “free”. This negative impact that slavery has left on former slaves stripped them of their sense of self and identity, marking them for the rest of their lives. The novel Beloved by Toni Morrison explores multiple examples, of self-isolation and the haunting of one 's past. To further elaborate such examples, the story of Margaret Garner, told by Cynthia Griffin Wolff, in 'Margaret Garner ': A Cincinnati Story is used to help understand the context of the novel. Slavery having stolen the identity of millions, annihilating their sense of self and all their basic human qualities, is
The next day, I had broken away from the chains and took a step out onto the bare land as the glowing sun bloomed from the villages. I was one step closer to alleviating the burden that lingered and dominated my headspace. Taking hesitant steps towards the labyrinthine path, I inhaled the crisp air and let it rest on my lips as I ambled through the towering bushes, the city in sight.
The issue of abandonment and the will that it takes to survive the hardship of it is a reoccurring theme in Toni Morrison's writing. Tar Baby, Sula and Paradise all deal with the issue of abandonment and how it relates to the characters in her stories. "Through her fiction, Toni Morrison intends to present problems, not their answers" (Moon). Her stated aim is to show "how to survive whole in a world where we are all of us, in some measure, victims of something." (Morrison) Morrison's broad vision extends beyond the individual to one that explores self-discovery in relation to a "shared history." In order to dramatize the destructive effects of this kind of dependency, she intentionally exaggerates to find the limits. In a
While Toni Morrison’s male characters are often underdeveloped, Jacob, Frank, and Booker all attempt to gain their own agency through female characters. Though he desires wealth, Jacob relies on female characters to accomplish his goals. Frank’s journey home is driven by his desire to save Cee. Booker spends the majority of the novel controlled by Adam, but is finally able to let go after Queen points out his influence. While there is a degree of independence, Jacob, Frank, and Booker all need a female character to obtain autonomy.
Perception is everything. People never know what is going on with the other race or side. In Toni Morrison’s “Recitatif” she brings up racism and the societal normal. She never reveals race of either of the girls in this story. Never knowing the race of the girls other than they are two different races so how one race never knows that the other is thinking about or where they are coming from. In this story two girls meet and become friends and go separate directions. They continue to meet throughout their lives and try to rekindle the childhood friendship as adults. In this story two girls from very different back grounds and different races become fast friends. This shows how children do not know the differences or the color lines that society has put into place. As children gender, race, and religion is never an issue. Racism is something that society has created. Society has made racism one of the main barriers throughout the world. In the story the two girls are friends and live in a group home. The girls were witnesses to some bad things carried out by the older girls in the home. They end up separating and going different ways in life. When they meet up later while rekindling their relationship begin to reminisce about their childhood. They come to find out that their perception and memories do not exactly match up. The way things are perceived can change an outlook on life, after finding out how others see the same situation it might change who you are and what you
There is one of most obvious cases when females look into their society and condition of women in her society, she may understand that marriage is the process when men take control over women, and women's only job is taking care of the house and producing children. As a result, women think that if she married, she will become like a slave to a man, and most of her freedom will be restricted by her husband. This condition has been found in Sula’s personality when she refuses to marry and be a mother. One day When Eva asked Sula to marry, she refused to marry and be a mother, and her response was " I don't want to make someone, I want to make myself"(Morrison). Despite of the limitations from her community and family Sula “doesn’t put any limits
As I left behind the somber forest, I now recognized an appreciation for nature that I did not realize I had. I now knew there was more to nature than just trees and animals, but also I found the
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