just another black person is all you see.
just another black person why can't I just be me.
is it because the color of my skin that you can't see within
or the dark, thick texture of my hair that is so lovely, that you have made society see as ugly
is it because my features stand out
my eyes big and brown and not blue like you
or maybe because I dont speak the same way as you do
why can't you see me as a person I am and treat me with respect
I am no lower than you, I can act just as you
but I choose not to because I am not you just me
not just another black person just me
a beautiful person that has so much to offer and is just as equal of a human being as you
but you are to blind to see, so ..
just another black person is all you see.
just another black person why can't I just be me.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
8 paragraph essay
In middle school I always compared myself to all the other girls in my class. I always wanted to fit in and look like the other girls. Starting from the fifth grade girls started to change and develop more.
In fifth grade my school started to show videos on how the female body changes and starts to go through puberty. By this time at least have of the girls in my class had their period but for me there was no sign of it coming anytime school. During recess the topics of discussed changed from “let’s play hopscotch!” to “did you get your period yet?” Every day I had the same answer “no, not yet.’ I felt left out.
As we move up to the six grade the girls in my class start to gain more weigh, develop breast and start to get curves. Once again I was the outcast. I felt like the ugly duckling in the crowd. The girls started now talking about what size bra they wear at recess and I was still wearing a training bra. Flat as a board weighing only 90 lbs. I would never express this feeling out loud, I just asked myself all the time “Why me?
Why do I have to be the only one late? While everyone is perfect and on time.”
Looking different from everyone wasn’t cool. It was like wearing a bright red coat in crowd. I stood out from all the girls. In every way possible I was the contrast of every girl in class, or at least that is what it felt like. Girls started to like boys and boys started to like girls. But you see the thing here is that boys only like the girls who had boobs and looked older so while everyone was busy making little boyfriends I still only had my best friends.
In the seventh grade I got my period and started to develop and was able to wear a real bra. I was in total shock and excited! Finally I will fit in; finally I will look like all the other girls. Now I felt that I was beautiful and becoming a young lady and the boys would start to like me.
Now that I look back I learned that I can’t go through life wanted to be like everyone else and comparing myself just because I am different. I have to accept that some things I have no control over and just happen on their own when they’re ready to.
In fifth grade my school started to show videos on how the female body changes and starts to go through puberty. By this time at least have of the girls in my class had their period but for me there was no sign of it coming anytime school. During recess the topics of discussed changed from “let’s play hopscotch!” to “did you get your period yet?” Every day I had the same answer “no, not yet.’ I felt left out.
As we move up to the six grade the girls in my class start to gain more weigh, develop breast and start to get curves. Once again I was the outcast. I felt like the ugly duckling in the crowd. The girls started now talking about what size bra they wear at recess and I was still wearing a training bra. Flat as a board weighing only 90 lbs. I would never express this feeling out loud, I just asked myself all the time “Why me?
Why do I have to be the only one late? While everyone is perfect and on time.”
Looking different from everyone wasn’t cool. It was like wearing a bright red coat in crowd. I stood out from all the girls. In every way possible I was the contrast of every girl in class, or at least that is what it felt like. Girls started to like boys and boys started to like girls. But you see the thing here is that boys only like the girls who had boobs and looked older so while everyone was busy making little boyfriends I still only had my best friends.
In the seventh grade I got my period and started to develop and was able to wear a real bra. I was in total shock and excited! Finally I will fit in; finally I will look like all the other girls. Now I felt that I was beautiful and becoming a young lady and the boys would start to like me.
Now that I look back I learned that I can’t go through life wanted to be like everyone else and comparing myself just because I am different. I have to accept that some things I have no control over and just happen on their own when they’re ready to.
experience that changed my life
It was just four years ago in March 2006. I got a call at 2
am from my ex boyfriend’s cousin saying that my ex boyfriend
Brian had gotten shot twice and he is being rushed to the
hospital. I dropped the phone and started to cry. This was the
first time I had ever gotten a phone call about something tragic
happening to someone close to me. Even though we were not
together as a couple we were still good friends. We had a tight
circle of friends since grammar school so our breakup didn’t
affect our friendship.
After I heard the bad news, I and our best friend rushed
to the hospital along with his family and other friends and prayer for him to be okay. The Good news is that he was going to be okay. He lost a lot of blood but made it in time to the hospital. Brian was a good kid never was into drama or violence he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. This changed my whole outlook on life. You can’t take anything for granted not even your life because it can be taken away at any moment and you have no control of it. When he was able to see us he couldn’t stop telling us how much he loved us all. This made me realizes we should always tell people how much we care and express our true feelings because you never know when you will be able to again. Live lives to its fullest don’t wait for a life changing experience to make you realize what you have.
am from my ex boyfriend’s cousin saying that my ex boyfriend
Brian had gotten shot twice and he is being rushed to the
hospital. I dropped the phone and started to cry. This was the
first time I had ever gotten a phone call about something tragic
happening to someone close to me. Even though we were not
together as a couple we were still good friends. We had a tight
circle of friends since grammar school so our breakup didn’t
affect our friendship.
After I heard the bad news, I and our best friend rushed
to the hospital along with his family and other friends and prayer for him to be okay. The Good news is that he was going to be okay. He lost a lot of blood but made it in time to the hospital. Brian was a good kid never was into drama or violence he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. This changed my whole outlook on life. You can’t take anything for granted not even your life because it can be taken away at any moment and you have no control of it. When he was able to see us he couldn’t stop telling us how much he loved us all. This made me realizes we should always tell people how much we care and express our true feelings because you never know when you will be able to again. Live lives to its fullest don’t wait for a life changing experience to make you realize what you have.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
spirituality/nature
A spiritual memory I had in my life is when I went on a youth pilgrimage to Lourdes, France. When we were in the domain and got to touch the grotto while saying a prayer before seeing the water that ran for the fountain of youth I felt very spiritually connected. While saying a prayer for Mother I felt as if Mary was really listening. At this time my mother was just recently diagnosed with M.S. A lot of people who are ill visit the fountain of youth because there has been many cases of people were sick being healed by the holy water. Not only was praying a spiritual memory for me but the whole journey was.
A time I felt connected to nature was on a field trip to a place called nature’s classroom. We were basically outdoors 24/7. I never really saw myself to be an outdoors kind of girl, it just wasn’t my style. But on this trip we saw the real beauty to nature and how wonderful it is. Growing up in a city you don’t really get to really appreciate nature. With all the tall buildings and pollution clouding the air you don’t really know what a fresh breathe a air might feel like. In the wilderness a fresh breathe of air is refreshing and relieving.
Sometimes, you can try to express yourself but sometimes it’s hard to find the right words to fit to get your point across. Or trying to describe a feeling or the feeling might be indescribable.
A time I felt connected to nature was on a field trip to a place called nature’s classroom. We were basically outdoors 24/7. I never really saw myself to be an outdoors kind of girl, it just wasn’t my style. But on this trip we saw the real beauty to nature and how wonderful it is. Growing up in a city you don’t really get to really appreciate nature. With all the tall buildings and pollution clouding the air you don’t really know what a fresh breathe a air might feel like. In the wilderness a fresh breathe of air is refreshing and relieving.
Sometimes, you can try to express yourself but sometimes it’s hard to find the right words to fit to get your point across. Or trying to describe a feeling or the feeling might be indescribable.
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