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sippin from a half glass. im so classy.
I can open my own wine too
THEME FOR ENGLISH B
By Langston Hughes
The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you—-
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:
It’s not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I’m what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me—-we two—-you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York too.) Me—-who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records—-Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I guess being colored doesn’t make me NOT like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
So will my page be colored that I write?
Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white—-
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
Sometimes perhaps you don’t want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that’s true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me—-
although you’re older—-and white—-
and somewhat more free.
This is my page for English B.
I have always been told that when life hands you lemons you make lemonade however what do you when life hands you shit… on a garbage lid?! NO ONE HAS PREPARED ME FOR THAT IN LIFE! I feel as though I have been betrayed, however when I look around to point the finger I find myself alone, as I more often than not do.
Success is what something that I have always wanted, however i am questioning if it is something is actually worth the effort, because the failures in life, or at least the world I live in seem to be taken care of. Why just not fail? and more importantly why am I so scared of failure?
For the past 3 years i have invested my blood sweat and tears into not only my life but my future. Setting my self on that full proof road to success and this morning it blew up in my face. I have so much anger inside of me towards the situation I wish that could leave this negative energy somewhere, however i cant the lesson is that I must pick myself up and dust myself off and figure out a plan B…
At the end of the day I feel like I have no choice but to just try harder, I cannot explain the urge I have to prove so many people wrong about me…
So now on to plan B…
It’s really funny that when you think you have someone figured out they keep surprising you, I guess I should give him more credit but I kinda like the fact that I am continually impressed with #a black man