Where I’m from

I am from blue-grey
Books and mis conceptions
The place where I’m from
Is not my place of birth
But the places I love

I’m from the brown pigments
That fill your eyes
I’m from the rain drops that fall on the desert,
The size of falling stars
 From imperfections and lost faces  
Remind me of who I am

I’m from my dreams and old memories 
That run throughout my head 
But are nowhere to be seen 
Nor recognized

I’m from the breeze from the beach 
I’m from everyone and everything
But at the same time,
I’m from nothing 

A lost child

The overall picture is innocence 
Fear, hunger
In his tiny body 
Tears fill up the gaps in his craving eyes 

From the gray room you can smell murder,
The murder of an inner-child 
A child destroyed emotionally

His parents lost
Lost in drugs 
Their eyes sunk,
Flesh hanging from their faces 
Regret fills them once the effects has passed
But lately the effect doesn’t leave
Each time they are more consumed,
And the child more destroyed
As he screams for help in the loud silence 

In the distance hope is hidden,
Hidden behind the child’s emotions
His scummy knees can barley lift himself
To complete the picture  

Ash

I want to let the world see
See that what we are doing is wrong 
See how the world is suffering 
And soon could be brought to its death 
Soon the sea as acid
Soon the land as fire 
Soon life as dust 
And us as ash 

Dust full of pure souls 
Dust full of wilderness
Fire burning the innocence 
Acid burning through the flesh of the earth 
And ashes full of sins 

Life gone as if it never had existed
And nature finally left to heal
I want to let this world see indeed  

 

Dreaming Inspired by: Not My Bones

Dreaming I was
Dreaming I was
Dreaming about faith
Dreaming about love
Dreaming about hope
And still of the above
but dreaming I was
Dreaming I was

Waking up to reality
Was just to much
Sorrow murdered faith
Hate shot love
And frustration choked hope
And all because dreaming I was
Dreaming I was

 

Coretta Scott King Biography

Have you ever wondered if Martin L. King had a family or was married? Well, he did. Coretta was her name; he had four children with her, Yolanda King, Martin L. King III, Dexters Scott King and Bernice King. Born with the name Coretta Scott Smith James on the 18th of June 1953 on the lawn of her parents she got married and became Coretta Scott King. Even though she was known for being Martin’s spouse she also took a big part as a Civil Rights activist.

Coretta was born in Heiberger, Alabama on April 27,1927 and raised in her parents farm; she was the third of four children. Coretta grew up in a stable family. Her parents where Obadiah “Obe” Scott (1899-1998) and Bernice McMurray Scott (1904-1996). Coretta’s father “Obe” ran a barber shop from their home and he also owned a lumber mill, which was later burned down by his white neighbors after he had refused to sell the mill to them. Coretta described herself as a tomboy because she would wrestle boys and climb trees. Her mother and her siblings encouraged her to be more ladylike as she became older.

Coretta’s parents wanted all of their children to be educated. Coretta and all of her siblings attended a one room elementary school 5 miles (8 km) away from their home. The later attended Lincoln Normal School, which was 9 miles (14 km) away from the Scott home. Their mother drove the bus to school, she could do so because of segregation. Coretta later graduated valedictorian from Lincoln Normal School in 1945, where she played the piano, sang in chorus and played the trumpet. She enrolled in Antioch in Yellow spring, Ohio where she won a scholarship to New England Conservatory of Music in Boston Coretta’s sister was the first African American to go to Antioch College (Edythe) were Coretta was later accepted.

She later transferred to the college of New England Conservatory of Music in Boston. While she was at the New England Conservatory she met Martin Luther King, Jr. After completing her degree in Piano and Voice at the New England Conservatory she moved to Montgomery, Alabama on the September of 1964 with her husband Martin L. King, Jr. Before long they they were already in the middle of the bus boycott. Martin was also elected leader of the protest movement.

Coretta played an important part in the civil rights movement: but her husband Martin wasn’t happy with her being involved in a public part he wanted her to focus on raising their four children. Coretta took part in the Montgomery bus boycott, women’s rights and LGBT Rights. Martin’s Attempt to bring together a lunch counter caused him to go to jail, giving his wife an opportunity to talk to John F. Kennedy, who called her. Later Bobby Kennedy released Martin L. King, Jr. She “expressed her belief that there would be no other Martin Luther King because he comes around once in uh, century or maybe once in a thousand years” (Wikepedia).

Martin was assassinated on April 4, 1968. Leaving Coretta a widow. Not very long after Martin’s death Coretta had a conversation with Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis (JFK’s wife) and Activist Josephine Baker.She asked them to take their husbands place as a leader of the civil rights movement, The both declined. Thats when she figured she would have to take it herself.

Even though she might not be very well known, Coretta played a very important part in the civil rights movement. She also helped Martin and was always there for him Coretta then died on January 30, 2006 in Playas de Rosarito from a respiratory failure; she was 78. Over 14,000 people went to her funeral and they buried her in Atlanta Georgia next to her husband. George W. bush, Bill Clinton, George H.W. Bush and Jimmy carter attended Coretta’s funeral.

 

 

 

Five Star Hotel

Nervous? Asked Alice as my face turned pale. I walked up the steps. “Yes, now leave me alone I am being forced to do this. I will tell your mother when we get home,” I squealed. “Oh stop it you you’ll survive I’ve been on this ride millions of times,” said Alice exaggerating. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Alice said irritatedly. “Umm,” I answered as I stared at her in a silly face.

It was our turn in line, “WELCOME TO THE FABULOUS FIVE STAR HOTEL RIDE!” That man almost exploded my ear drums! “PLEASE HAND ME YOUR TICKETS!” the man said. Alice handed him to crinkled orange tickets. “ALONG FOR THE RIDE!” the man scream.

Carefully, I sat down inside the cart. It looked so old I couldn’t trust it. The whole cart would move just by my breathing. I was very horrified and the ride hadn’t even started. When Alice got in the cart the ride began. I closed my eyes and couldn’t open them I heard Alice giggling at me. “I hate you!” I whispered under my breath. “Oh stop crying! ‘ Alice said in a sightly irritated voice. Suddenly the ride stooped, and we were at the last floor of the haunted hotel floor; 13 to be exact.

“Alice is this supposed to happen?” I asked her shockingly “I…I….I don’t think so” she said trembling. Darkness filed the place. Everything was silent for next few minutes. A man broke the loud silence, “GIRLS,” he said is a strong voice, “Girls are you okay?” We could hear the sirens of the police. “I think so,” Alice answered. They answered rapidly, “Everything is going to be okay. The ride stooped because the power when out; if you would like to you can step out of the cart onto floor 13.” The only thing you could see was Alice’s glow in the dark bracelet. We used it as a guide to step out of the cart and I slipped quite a few times but I was okay. It was freezing on floor 13. I found a comfortable spot and sat. Alice found herself another spot on the other side of the room. I was very mad at her; and she knew it.

After a few minutes witch seemed like an eternity Alice broke the harsh silence, “are you mad at me?” I tried my hardest to ignore her. Suddenly I heard a loud scream. My heart started to pound as if it was going to jump out of my chest, it was Alice who was screaming! “Alice, Alice! Where are you?” I started to panic and fainted as I felt someone or something dragging me!

Interstate Highway Cause & Effect essay

The Interstate highway is a great thing for America because it increased the dominance of the automobile. The highway was started in 1956. The development of the Interstate highway wasn’t good for all; it was tragic for all these small towns in America.

Many changes were made to make us the America we are today. Small towns didn’t care about the new America, since all these small towns were dying. The people who lived in these small towns were forced to the big city causing an over population. The over population caused metropolitan areas to be built, but since all these people were being mixed up they had no respect for each other. These are some examples of bad things that came out of the Interstate highway.

Dwight D. Eisenhower thought building the Interstate highway was a great advancement for America but not everyone thought the same way. That’s when the freeway revolt was created. To some point in the 1960s Americans came to see the negative outcome of the Interstate highway. People started to protect schools, parks, and neighborhoods. In other cities where African American had little say the most common thing was that the Interstate highway would be built through a black neighborhood. This was also the choice that had the support of the whites.

However there were many great things coming out of the Interstate highway such as modernizing and increasing in the use of the automobile. You could travel to places faster, people started to modernize, and changes in the economy were made. Citizens started to buy cars. People had up to three cars in one household one for the mom, one for the dad and one for the oldest child. This was a great lift up for America.

Small towns didn’t want the Interstate highway to develop. Many good and bad things came out of the Interstate highway for example the Interstate highway caused many small towns to die but imagine how America would be today without the Interstate highway. It would be so hard to go to school or go to work. The highway also developed many problems such as an over population in the big city. Going through all these problems made us modernize and helped us become the America we are today.

Dot.

I found a dot on the floor 
Scavenging for food 
I wonder what would happen if I dared to touch it
Round, it looked similar to a black bowling ball
However, in a much smaller size 
I looked at it as it opens up in my hands 
How can it be so flexible?  
 
I run to the kitchen
Where my mother is busy making dinner
How would that dot taste?
Spicy, sweet or juicy?  
There is only one way to find out!
 
When I have the chance 
I lay it gently on my dinner 
It starts to crawl quickly
But I manage to grab it with my spoon 
Down it goes!
It crunches in my mouth between my teeth
My tongue gets a tingly feeling and starts to burn  
I couldn’t spit it out or else my mother would notice
Desperately not knowing what to do
I grabbed a handful of rice and stuck it in my mouth! 
The taste was gone but not the delight of the spicy dot  

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