Alice Walker "Remember"

I think this poem is about racism. A girl that is wounded has babies. Growing up in when people were very racist. While she was growing into a women black people were beginning to be excepted more. So when she was younger she didn't have anything to offer anyone. But now that she is a women racism has gone down. So she has more to offer.

Imagery: In this poem it says "I am the girl
with the dark skin
whose shoes are thin
I am the girl
with the rotted teeth
I am the girl
with the wounded eye
and the melted ear."
It shows that she is black and people are racist. She is still young with thin shoes, rotten teeth, wounded eye, and melted ear.
Then Its says
"I am the woman
with the blessed
dark skin
I am the woman
with teeth repaired
I am the woman
with the healing eye
the ear that hears"
Now she is a women without rotten teeth, a healing eye, an ear that hears.
She went from young and weak to a women strong, and blessed.

Everday living

Living in Haiti for the average person isn't easy at all. Living on under a dollar a week. Bathing in dirty water. Houses that are poorly built. They cut down there forests to make charcoal so they could make food, but by doing that they made it so every time it rains it washes away the fertile top soil.
For children school is free, but there parents have to buy uniforms, textbooks, and supplies. So school for most people is to expensive. 65% of kids go to primary school, then secondary school drops down to 20%. Less then 35% will make it past secondary school.

Surving

As most people know there was a terrible earthquake in Haiti just last week. Leaving many people homeless, injured, and hungry. 70,000 people have died, they think more have died, but there not sure because many many people are still trapped in rubble. This was Haiti's strongest earthquake ever. It rattled the Caribbean Nation. Leaving hardly any buildings standing. Panic is all through the streets.
Many nations hurried to help Haiti, but it's not enough. This earthquake has damaged Haiti.
I personally think crazy. people are dying from little things that could be easily fix. I know everyone is doing everything they can but there has to be more we can do. Could you imagine living your everyday life one minute everything is fine then an earthquake. Seeing dead people all over the streets, no standing buildings. Not knowing if your friends or family is dead or not. Starving, having no home. Not knowing when you are going to eat again.

Learing, Improving, Success.

I think doing blog post is a better way for us to learn how to write because were not just writing to our English teacher, we are writing to an audience. Making people understand what you are writing and what you are writing about is definitely a challenge, but we are doing it a lot more often so I'm improving a lot more then I would be from writing papers.

Guilty

Innocent or Guilty?
I think Steve is guilty because he was a part in the robbery. He made it possible for the other guys to go in a rob the store. He’s not guilty for pulling the trigger but its pretty much his fault the guy died.

Poetry Friday

What happens when you’re black like dirt?

Does it make you guilty
like the one that pulled the trigger?
Or innocent like a new born baby
And just learning how to talk?
Does it sink like a rock?
Or float and hang
like the lingering feeling of defeat.

Maybe it just drags
like the days in jail.

Or do erupt?

" I have a dream "

Martin Luther King.

Martin Luther King was the president of civil rights ( for his race.),
a member of the executive committee of National Association, and he accepted the leadership of the first great negro nonviolent demonstration of contemporary times in the USA. Martin was arrested over 22 times, assaulted over 4 times, and his house was bombed.
In 11 years he spoke to thousands of people, he spoke over 2500 times. He lead a massive protest in Birmingham, Alabama. It caught many peoples attention. He was awarded 5 honorary degrees, he was man of the year in 1963 by Time magazine. He was a symbolic leader for African Americans.


In Memphis, Tennessee on April 4, 1968 while standing on the balcony of his motel room where he was going to lead a protest march in sympathy and striking garbage workers of Memphis, he was shot.
January 15, 1929 - April 4, 1968.

Think of all the tomorrows of your life.

Dear Jerry,
I think about you everyday and how much I love you. I wonder if you look up to me. If I was you I wouldn't. Being in jail and getting in trouble is not fun at all. I would rather be home watching cartoons with you. I want you to stay in school and do good with everything. I don't want you to be like me. Being bad and getting in trouble is something you don't need in your life. Don't let anyone tell you the only way to be cool is to be in a gang and to get in trouble or do drugs. All of it just makes you nothing.
So think about what you want to do with your life. Think about all the tomorrows of your life. How would you want them to be. Would you want to live your life free, or be in jail with nothing, and not being able to see your family. Its what you want, no one else can tell you how to live your life.

Love ya lil bro