Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child

to live without them. In the verse play, The Darker Face of Earth, written by Rita Dove, an incredible author and a poet, explores all the aspects of the American history such as racial tension, civil rights, freedom, and also the topic of being motherless. Dove’s purpose was to establish that growing up without a mother means not having any guidance which affects a child’s behavior, and also leads to unfulfilled life. Growing up without a mother has affected the young slaves growing up under white

I Am Standing…Still Fire…frozen and overflowing, Slowly melting into my world like a flaming flood. Scorching everything and nothing…there is no blood, Freezing the burn, but the flame is still glowing. The fire targeted me…everyone else it neglected, Sometimes I feel like I have been injected, With an icy serum; I think I was selected, To bear the burdens that plague beloved heads, I take on their worries while they rest in their beds. Tub of water filled with frozen fire, Maneuvering to the

Sofia mentions to Celie how much Harpo has been eating and how it doesn’t seem that he does anything else. He’s skinny as a noodle, but eats more that a cow! I was left hanging on the edge of not knowing what was wrong with him. First of all, I chose to read this novel because I wanted to change the style of text and view something new. I have heard about this book before, but never read it, so this was a good opportunity to do so. Celie seems to be the

acting like he is a little agitated with me. It has also been a week and four days since I last walked through the doors of Dogwood High though. (a.k.a hell on Earth.) I walked through the front doors of the school a little later in the evening. Everyone looked at me like they thought I disappeared or something, I guess no one told them what happened to me. Connor avoids me during school so no one knows what’s really going on between us. Blair spotted me out of all of the crowd of people, I don’t

we were little up until now. I am the oldest out of me and my cousins, but I get treated the worst. My grandmother shows a lot of favoritism between us no matter what the situation is; I always get blamed for it. I graduated high school without no distractions and no kids. My cousins, on the other hand, barely finished school and had kids during their sophomore year. In my grandmother’s eyes, I am dumb and stupid. She feels that I would never be anything in life, that I wouldn’t accomplish my goals

It was a busy day at Starbucks, where I worked as a barista. The line was backed up almost out the door. I saw a vaguely familiar woman with wavy brunette locks and a waifish figure enter the coffeeshop. Beside her was a man who looked to be in his mid-50’s. He led her to an armchair in the corner and got in line. I snuck glances at her out of the corner of my eye while I made one of the drinks, trying to figure out why I recognized her wide brown eyes. But I shook off the thought and focused on

Some Clamor Louder “Life is a small, spinning oyster, and it is one that I do not wish to eat.” Emily’s proclamations often situate themselves between the abstruse and the overwrought, and tonight, at this booth, in this sleek little Asian-fusion restaurant, she has welded both worlds. “Em,” I sigh, “there’s more on the menu than just seafood.” “Well, maybe I don’t want any of it. Maybe I want to starve.” “Fine, then starve.” In the eleventh grade, Emily presented an original poem for our English

for the first time. It seems like I have a hay fever on my heart. It is begining of my 4th grade year, but I do not really need to worry about making a new friend, because in my elementary school everyone's friend each other. Eui is one of my new friend that I met in 4th grade. He is tall as a redwood. His eye is really round like as clock, but when I see his cute face I feel like all the clocks in the world are not working at all. My eye become camera when I see him. I only focused at him, accordingly

would hire inexperienced people. I started working as a live-in cook on a senior home care where my uncle works. I quit after few weeks of working and was hired as a cashier at a souvenir shop in Downtown Las Vegas. Everything was going well. But after three years of working, I got fed up by how they treat and manage their employees. I looked and applied for a new job, but to no avail, I wasn't lucky enough. I spend my time babysitting my cousins to pay my bills. I believed my current situation was

the young generation sees an array of images that portray the ideal body. Most of the pictures seen belong to young female models advertising beauty products. They are presumed to have perfect and idyllic appearances (Cash, 2004). Young girls often feel the pressure to attain this illusion which is mostly unachievable. Failure to achieve this height of beauty leads to low self-esteem and low self-evaluation issues. The subject of body image among adolescents has become a problem as they are always