For Food

I wrote this poem sometime last year.
It was inspired by a friend.

Dedicated to: All of the hard working people that do the impossible to have food in their hands for their families.



The glimpse of innocence
The eyes of truth
The bright Smile
Yet a childhood struggle

Why?
Why is it?
That a seven year old child
Has to work
That a six year old girl
And her four year old sister
Play instruments
And sing in the street
To gain
No
To earn money
To buy food
To eat

Necessity is becoming too common
The struggle is spreading further
But why?
Why?
To our children
Our Innocence
Our happiness

My ungrateful heart breaks
My knees go weak
And my selfish mind crumbles

Work is being instilled in them at such a young age
5,6,7,8
and here they are taking grown up task
caring their cross
and their crown

…to eat!
To taste! Eat! Fulfill!
Eat! Taste! Eat! Fulfill!
Taste!
For FOOD

Sucking the life out of me

How do you give hope when you are running out
and faith. What does that even mean?
What do you do when you yourself have doubt
I think you keep giving, but i'm just a teen

And when they turn to me
I look down for I have run out of words
there is nothing here to see
and that's when I approach the lord

How can I be the rock that others lean on?
How do I keep myself from  grumbling?

I search for the answers in the dark moon
but still I find the concept puzzling.


Today I ask you that you look at yourself and you ask yourself...How is my life? Do I like what I am doing? What can I do to make my life enjoyable? I find myself being very frustrated this week. Maybe it's finals week and the stress that comes with it or maybe i'm at the top of my limit. I enjoy helping others, but there are certain times when I feel like I give and all the person wants in return is more of my attention. I do not ask for anything in return, but I do wish to be given a break. I mean how do you give to someone who seems to drag you down with them, to someone who seems to suck the life out of you?

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LIFE AFTER THIS BLOG POST

Today I wrote myself an e-mail that I will receive on September 20th, 2014. During this time I will most likely be starting my first few day on a college campus. I will have mixed feeling about the whole situation for sure. In my letter I told myself that I have to keep working hard, believe in myself and remember to live day-in and day-out aware of the life I am going to be living.

These are things I have to constantly remind myself to do so I decided to remind myself then. By that time I hope I have a better grip on life than I do now. That sounds kind of bizarre. How do you get a better grip on life when it seems like it is flying by?

In this letter I am basically just motivating myself to live a good life and to take time for myself.
I want to live a fulfilling life and around this time (Sep. 20th, 2014) is when I will begin the journey to become a great human being.

THE BULLYING EXPERIMENT!

This video made quite an impact on me. The amount of people that let the bullying continue astonished me. I am very surprised, but now I know why bullying is still around.
Your silence will not protect you.

Lit. analysis: Great Expectations

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Practice Essay: The prisoner's prison

          The full book shelves near the door, the blank white boards, the music disk and graffiti covered wall frightened the prisoner. He had no idea what he had gotten into. No other classroom looked the way this one did. In fact no other classroom was mentioned and talked about so much as this one was. As the prisoner walked into the intimidating looking place he sat down not to far from the front, but not to close to the back, about the middle to be more accurate. The man near the desk spoke about some big question the prisoner was supposed to come up with. To be quite honest the prisoner was astonished. He had never been asked what he was curious about at school. He was told that the answer for most things would be a yes rather than a no. He was told that he was in control of the classroom and that he would have to take advantage of his learning. The prisoner could not understand anything that was being thrown at him. He went home confused and intimidated. He wondered if he was in the right class. He had never in the history of his schooling been told that he was in control of his thinking and learning. He had never been in an English course like this one.
          This prisoner stuck to the course. He was the prisoner that was strong enough to leave the cave that captured him. Even though in other classes the cave was still present, in English there were no boundaries. The escaping prisoner was dumfounded that he could even think in so many different ways and learn so much in so little time. He told the cave students about it, but they did not understand. They nodded their heads the other way and apologized. They felt sorry for the escaping prisoner and all of the hard work and effort he was putting into that class. They did not understand that whom they should really feel sorry for was themselves. The prisoner had escaped the routine of thinking. He has escaped the cave.
          In the “Allegory of the Cave” the tone is dark and bitter. The theme can easily be argued, but I found it to be the fear of the unknown and what is already known. The escaped prisoner decided to take the opportunity to enlighten himself through an English class. When he tried to tell his peers about thinking and viewing things from different perspectives they did not really accept him. The prisoner in my story is much like the prisoner in the allegory, because he is rejected when he tries to guide the other prisoners to the light. He is seen as the crazy one.
          The prisoner in my story compared to the Estella in “ No Exit” is very well aware of his surroundings unlike Estella. They are both alike in the fact that they initially thought they did nothing wrong. They did not want to recognize that something in their life was off. The prisoner being his way of thinking, his ignorance and Estella being her desire for men. If Estella was stuck in the situation that my prisoner was stuck in she would probably drop out of the English course and continue to deny any of her wrong doings. She would go on living day in and day out doing as she pleased and not taking in to consideration what the world has to offer.