Free Verse Poem:
Redundant Cycles
by Amina B.
I sit and look out-
At all of cruelties of the world
The shattered innocence of the young girls
Who are selling themselves out on the street
The hidden guilt of young males
Selling drugs at the tender age of 15
Little kids imitate what happen around them
A redundant cycle that goes on and on, never stopping
I sit and look out-
At all the pain, the drunk father who abuses his whole family
His son grows up, a replica of the one he once feared so
Merciless souls who kill and rape
Unforgiving hearts, who plot to take revenge
Stuck in the ghetto, in a sweater
In the hood
I sit and look out at all these pains,
But I turn my head the other way.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
WEEKEND POST: POETRY : MY OWN POEM:
Monday, April 19, 2010
WEEKEND POST: CUSTOMS: PROM: DRESSES
Prom is an exciting event that teenagers attend in 8th grade ( junior high) or in their senior year( high school). To get ready for it, there's a lot of preparation and excitement.
This slide show below shows Prom dresses, from short and flirty to long and graceful that I think are girls' best friend( after diamonds)
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Sunday, April 18, 2010
WEEKEND POST: POETRY: DREAMS BY LANGSTON HUGHES
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
DREAMS
I think what this poems is saying is that life wont go anywhere without dreams, it'll be like " a broken-winged bird that cannot fly", in other words, it'll be useless.
The poem also emphasize this, when it says that "when dreams go, life is a barren field frozen with snow", it's wont produce anything. This poem is really inspiring to me, because it shows the consequences of a life without dreams.
Friday, April 2, 2010
WEEKEND POST: FOLKLORES: BLOODY MARY, BLOOD MARY, BLOODY MARY
The Story
According to a legend, saying Bloody Mary in front of a mirror in a darkened room, ( bathrooms being the most used place), three to 100 times will make her spirit come out of the mirror. Some say she gouges your eyes out, others say she makes you become crazy while some others say she simply pulls you into the mirror, and you're never to be see again.
Friday, March 26, 2010
WEEKEND POST: POETRY: STILL I RISE BY MAYA ANGELOU
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
My Comment:
I think what this poem is trying to say is that no matter what lies are told about black people, they'll still rise. It's also sort of saying that black people are beautiful, when the poem says " does it come as a surprise, that I dance like I've got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs?". It's most importantly telling black people to be proud of who they are, because they are "the hope of the slave."
POEM HUNTER
I think what this poem is trying to say is that no matter what lies are told about black people, they'll still rise. It's also sort of saying that black people are beautiful, when the poem says " does it come as a surprise, that I dance like I've got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs?". It's most importantly telling black people to be proud of who they are, because they are "the hope of the slave."
POEM HUNTER
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
3 Person Podcast: Harlem Renaissance
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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