Monday, December 19, 2011


Good golly, Molly! There's six days until Christmas! It is quite hard to believe! It's been quite warm where I live and even in the seventies! I cannot imagine that SUNDAY is Christmas.

I went shopping yesterday with some friends and finished my Christmas shopping!
or so I thought, I found out a few other people are getting me gifts, so I must pick up a few odds & ends.

-School is in full swing. I have a few projects and tests this week, and projects over the break.

-We studied some poetry by Langston Hughes today in English 3 and I've found I adore him!
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.
That's American.
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.

That is his poem called, 'Theme for English B'
We had to take a shot at one similar for homework, so here is my edition.
Theme for English 3 
Can I be like someone else.
When I was made to be me?
For I am seventeen, born in Mount Ulla
I went to school there, then Cleveland, then back to Mount Ulla
Right next to cows and goats, at this high school
For I am the only Mary in the class
The tiles meet the cement
The cement meets the tar.
A few hours at the drug store
Until the tar leads me to my room
I sit down and begin to write:

It is not easy to define me
At seventeen
I guess I’m what I like, feel and do.
I enjoy reading, writing and learning.
My dreams stretch further than my grasp
My fingers embrace the piano keys and long to be near
A Bible or devotional would suffice as a gift
I guess being seventeen and Mary doesn’t change what I like, feel and do.
For you are older and wiser
Yet you like Langston Hughes
And I do too.
You may not wish that we could be the same
But I’ve learned from you and listened to you,
Although you’re older and somewhat wiser
We are the same, but different.
This is my poem for English three.  

I suggest everyone check out Langston Hughes, if you have not!

If you have, what's your favorite poem? 

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