Shall I compare you to fresh fruit in the fields
Like sweet strawberries in rows
Growing big and strong like shields
As the leaves sway when the wind blows
Sometimes you get bruised or squished
But you kept your head up high
You and I wished
To never say goodbye
The book Going Over is suspenseful and heart-warming; written by Beth Kephart. It tells about two teenagers -Ada and Stefan- who are crazy about each other and are separated by the Berlin Wall. While Stefan lives a “sad” life in an apartment bunker, Ada lives a somewhat, more easy going life. Held together by love and trust of each other, they will find a way to be together.
“Caterpillar in the tree, how you wonder who you’ll be.” The song, “Butterfly fly away” by Miley Cyrus, is about become who you are based on how you grew up or were raised. The way Miley uses metaphors and personification help me really feel and understand the song.
“Don’t you worry, hold on tight. / I promise you there will come a day / Butterfly fly away,” is an example of a metaphor to show how she compared herself to a butterfly. By saying “butterfly fly away,” it means that she’s growing up and leaving home. She’s done relying on her parents. Using metaphors help the listeners get a feel of what she’s trying to say.
By Miley using personification, it gives the song a little character. “And yes dear, you don’t understand / It’s not anything we planned”. This line in the song is showing that she’s talking to her self but as a butterfly, hence personification. It shows personification because she’s talking to something as if it were a person.
This song is very sweet and sentimental. I feel that it’s very comforting, talking about the bond between father and daughter. “Kept me safe and sound at night /
little girls depend on things like that.” These two lines show how they bonded each and every day. In each line she describes everything so well; you can feel what she feels and that’s one of the things I really like about this song and many of her other songs.
“Butterfly fly Away” by Miley Cyrus uses metaphors, personification, and feelings to show her thoughts about her childhood. This is important because with out having them, not only this song, but other songs wouldn’t be as important to people.
I Stand At The Top
Looking Out On Top Of The City
With The Cold Breeze
Blowing Through My Hair
I Feel My Heart Beat Different Then Ever Before
A Sudden Blanket Of Warmth Wraps Around Me
Lean Forward, Look Down, Close My Eyes
A little fly
Lighting up the night
Like a thousand city lights
In the quiet field
Buzzing around like
Little bumble bees
Buzz around flowers
On a sunny day
The firefly flew away
But it came back
With a story to tell
Getting older is hard
it’s part of growing up
Life is tough
you will struggle
and there will be bumps in the road
but you will get through them
There will be thing you don’t want to do
and people you don’t like
but that’s life
Now when you get older
you will see that after all of these things
life is a beautiful thing
full of wonderful surprises
I’m headed to the supply closet to get my mop and cleaning utensils to start my first shift this morning. The sun is barely coming up. At 5 in the morning here, it’s silent and lonely, you could hear a pin drop, Yet at the same time it’s kind of nice. It gives me time to think….
I opened my eyes, laying face up, to the sound of hard banging on my front door. Little did I know, it was the sound of my life about to change. I had the most normal, perfect life. A great house, a good job and the most amazing boyfriend, Calum. I stumbled out of bed walking to the front door. It unexpectedly flew open nearly smacking me in the face. There was a tall blonde man, standing in a crisp police uniform.
“Good morning Ms. Carter. My name is Officer Hemmings, I’m from the Women’s Correctional Facility of Pennsylvania.” The room started to spin, my heart started pounding, I couldn’t breathe. What could I have done? I’ve never done anything illegal from what I can remember. My thoughts ran wild until I could catch my breath to talk to Officer Hemmings. “Officer I don’t understand. Can I help you with something?” “Yes, come with me.” He turned me around and I felt cold metal on my wrists. What did I do to be in this mess? Calum followed me outside, grabbing his keys to follow us to the facility. “What is going on P? Why are you being arrested?!?” he called at me as I got into the car. Continue reading
Boom!…Boom!
It burns my ears
every time I wake
Boom!…Boom!
It burns their ears
every time they wake
I hear the sound
above the lake
I hear their cries,
and the lives they take
I hear the cries
of the innocent,
the people who
don’t deserve it
I don’t understand
Is this necessary?
to take innocent lives?
NO!
Boom!…Boom!
It burns my ears
every time I wake
I slowly opened my eyes and tried to move. I couldn’t sit up. I laid face up looking into darkness not knowing where I was. The cold cement floor put a burning feeling on my shoulder blades and lower back. The pain on my right rib-cage, left thigh, and left arm was unbearable. When I attempted (once again) to sit up I felt a sharp, unrelenting pain on my side then everywhere. I managed to sit up. I couldn’t see. I stumbled around the room letting my hands roam the walls to find a light switch of some sort….nothing. After about what felt like an hour, I flipped the switch and a bright light came on, it flickered and buzzed. I quietly looked around the room. White walls, a single caged light that looked like it just hopped out of the fifties hung from the ceiling, that was about it. I paced around the room trying to remember what happened the night before.
My clothing and bruises showed a glimpse of what had happened. White t-shirt that hung loosely on my shoulders, rippled at the ends, and jet black shorts, unbuttoned and were becoming uncomfortable. I lifted up my shirt on my right side and revealed several bruises, like I had been kicked repeatedly. Why couldn’t I remeber what happened last night? There was a small door in the corner of the room that I hadn’t noticed before. I tugged at it but it didn’t open. Like someone had slammed it shut last night. I managed to get it open after awhile. I looked around, trying to see if someone was watching me or going to come around the corner unexpectedly. The space looked like the room I was in just A LOT bigger. Almost like a warehouse. “Where am I?!” I kept thinking to myself. The thought just wouldn’t leave my mind. I headed out trying to find somesort of exit. After walking for “miles” I found a garage looking door that lead to the city streets. It was cold and crisp, but I never knew I would be this excited to feel the outside. New York on a Fall morning is no place to be in shorts. I have know idea what I was thinking last night to have put thease on. As I was walking down the street, I looked up and suddenly saw a familier face but couldn’t quite put a name to HIM…
I felt like I needed to run as fast as I could away from him, but I was so curious and couldn’t remember or think of who it was. My mind was blank. I needed to find out who this is. I was in front of my studio apartment building and I ran as fast as I could to my studio, breathing hard, and grabbed my camera and went straight to the window where I could see him. I think I snapped about 1000 pictures. The only other person that would know who this person is, is Rachel. Grabbing my bag and the camera I sped to Rachel’s, surprised that I didn’t get a ticket on my way. I grabbed my key to her house and walked in. “Hey- WOAH…what happened to you!? You look awful.” “Never mind that. Look, do you recognize him? I don’t know who it is and he’s really freaking me out.” I said, showing her the images on the camera. She looked completely confused, like “Why doesn’t she know who this is?” type of confusion. “That’s Ryan Pen… some guy that goes to State. Popular, but I wouldn’t trust him. He’s pretty sketchy. If you come across him again, stay away.” I had no intentions of telling Rachel (what I’m assuming) had happened to me last night or who had done it or where I woke up. She warned me about stuff like this, I couldn’t let her down.
I ended up telling her and I got the silent treatment. I couldn’t believe she was acting like this after what I’ve been through. I stomped out of the apartment slamming the door behind me.
“How could she do this to me?” I thought to myself. She was my best friend. I headed over to the police station to figure out if this Ryan guy has anything on his records or not. I walked up the big, white, cement steps and opened the heavy glass door.
“I need to ask some questions about a suspicious man.”
“One moment please,” the rep. replied. A sharp looking man walked out of the door and sat right next to me.
“You had some questions?” he asked.
“Yes, have you seen this man?”
“Yes that’s Ryan Pen. Party boy, goes to state.”
“Ya, Should I stay clear of him? is he trouble?”
“I would, We are looking for him and his victim. Cameras caught her escaping from the warehouse one morning.” My heart started to race.
“Do you know anything about that?” he asked.
“I think so, it’s a little foggy.”
“The victim we’ve been looking for…is you.”
“Strong people don’t need strong leaders”, said Ella Baker in 1960. By saying this, Baker meant that everyone was responsible for them elves and their actions. It was “social responsibility” for every individual who wanted change for their community.
Ella Baker was born on December 13, 1903 in Norfolk, Virginia. She lived and grew up learning the way life with her Grandmother. Being a bright student, Baker went to Shaw University in Raleigh, North Carolina. She graduated as Valedictorian of her class in 1927. After college she became head director of the NAACP (National Association for the Advancement of Colored People). Her career lasted over five decades after she started. Ella left the NAACP after a few years and moved back home because she adopted her sister’s daughter, Jackie. They moved in with her husband T. J. Roberts. At 83 years of age, Ella Josephine Baker died on her birthday.
Baker was involved in the NAACP during the Civil Rights movement starting in the 1940s. She took the ideas and was inspired by the bus boycott to co-found “In Friendship”, a voting organization against Jim Crow laws. In 1957, her voting organization heledp MLK Jr. with his new organization, SCLC (Southern Christian Leadership Conference). Ella structured meetings at Shaw University for student and leaders of sit-ins. She influenced people everywhere for many years and generations against racism and inforced equality.
Ella will be remembered for a numerous amount of things. She influenced and taught many people about desegregation and equality. She left a lifetime legacy of leadership and hard work. As a woman activist, she accomplished a lot, even expanding to third world countries. In 2009 she was honored on a U.S postage stamp. Still in the modern day we honor her and remember her as a big part of the U.S.