Innocent Eyes

reluctantly, moving one after another. Tired eyes open to look widely upon the small door window, while the body they belong to nearly lose fingernails to the scratching of thick glass; its hands carelessly leaving streaks and turning red. To whom does this maddened mind let roam about... Why those eyes stayed at that window, the head will never know. But the legs trudged on. Nearing closer and closer to an undefined danger. Staring blankly into the eyes of a dead portrait, until they looked down at

created by her limbs, possibly for protection from the poisonous flower that hangs above her. A frame is created by the angle of the woman’s arms, focusing your eye to her face. Despite the looming danger, the woman seems peaceful and content. She may be bigger than the threat, immortal and powerful, or not know about the threat, innocent and naïve. Either way, Leighton captures this moment, immortalizing this conceptual scene for centuries. Leighton shows vulnerability in the woman’s form, which

due to the lack of vision correction, she struggled to discern the amount of fingers she was raising an arm's length away. Her optical deficiency was beginning to give her a throbbing pain just behind her eyes. The paralyzing ache gave rise to such agony that Hulga had no choice but to shut her eyes and get some rest. Growing tired of slaving over devilish onions and sensing rain in the cold air, Ms. Hopewell and Mrs. Freeman ceased their labor and limped inside seeking cold beverages. Upon entering

him. He opened his eyes cautiously and was greeted by the glorious woman. He smiled for a moment, but his smile was soon diminished and he stood there stone faced realizing that though he was still

Shaken Baby Syndrome Imagine yourself as a sweet, innocent, precious little baby. You are totally dependant upon adults to give you what you need and most importantly love. Your only means of communication is crying so you cry when you need to be fed, when you need your diaper changed, when you aren’t feeling so well, or when you just want some attention. You are crying and someone comes over to you. They pick you up, but instead of holding you and comforting you, talking affectionately to you,

readers to think twice about why they consistently enslave themselves with the burden of daily monotony, instead of enjoying the simplicity of love. Griffin uses two metaphors in her poem when describing love, as a flower, as well as the iris of an eye. Her comparisons are both interesting as well as accurate. Love should be born and live in fields, just like wild flowers. Love needs to be nurtured by water, with no concern about where and when the next rainfall will take place. Love needs to allow

"If I could write the beauty of your eyes and in fresh numbers number all your graces, the age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces" (William Shakespeare). Yet even these words hearken images of physical beauty as they defy the convention of glorifying ideal beauty. However, in ''Beauty: When the Other Dance is the Self" Walker couldn’t accept her own physical disability and this clouded her ability to live life to its fullest. Walker saw things, but

Motionless, like a wounded prey cornered by its predator, I finally understood the definition of fear. To be victimised as the villain of the story. To be discriminated as the plague behind all creation’s problems. To be stereotyped as the face of the oppressors. The fear was so overwhelming and overpowering, as if my stomach was rotting away, with whatever dignity that remained of me being eaten by blood-thirsty parasites. I could only pray for the Earth beneath me to crack wide open and swallow

cruel. “Fourteen million animals are used currently in the U.S. to test toxicity and irritancy of cosmetics and household products” (Hannah). Many new forms of safety tests are being developed by companies to save money along with the lives of innocent animals. There are three common safety test that are

numerous awards and 1983 Pulitzer Prize winning work, The Color Purple, is an American novelist, poet, and activist. Her essay, Beauty: When the Other Dancer is the Self, is an autobiographical account of an incident that caused her to go blind in one eye when she was eight years old. Walker’s thoughts, feelings, and emotions, which were cultivated by the standards and pressures of society, are described in her story. While some may overlook its purpose, the metaphor of dance is significant because