Richard Wright's Black Boy paper

Intro:
“I could, of course, forget what I had read, thrust the whites out of my mind, forget them; and find release from anxiety and longing in sex and alcohol. But the memory of how my father had conducted himself made that course repugnant. If I did not want others to violate my life, how could I voluntarily violate myself.” pg. 253 In Black Boy, an autobiography by Richard Wright, the struggles are shown in finding an identity while living through losses and beatings of all kinds. Richard truly had an innocent life as a small child. He was curious, stubborn, and just wanted to grow up. But once he did, he learned and realized what life is like living with racism and misfortune. Through reading numerous books, he found the truth in life; becoming more insurgent internally, and more aware and understanding of the life around him. Richard Wright’s autobiography isn’t a lesson plan, and once we can feel our rawest emotions, that huge impression, we will begin to understand. This isn’t like a textbook; it was meant to be read with each struggle. Throughout the whole book, you see his transformation from a little child with only enough understanding to suffice his imagination to a young man with more knowledge than most of the whites, and definitely more than the other Negroes.

i am not in my top english class

i am in the average one.

am i happy with it?

no.

will i go to the higher level next year

most likely

because i am inbetween.



i do not possess that secret

the one that gives some kids just the beauty of writing

i write okay

not mediocre, but not far from that either.

i wish i could though.



i am the best student in my average class.

it is apparent the way i am chosen to always read

they admire me for being so good

so they will move me up.



my english classes are rollercoasters

first i am top of my average class,

and then i get moved up to 'smart' english

only to be jerked back down again the next year.



is it fair?

hardly.

because i need an inbetween class

the level just for me

where i am among those smart students

the ones who'll go onto Harvard and Yale

cause without it,

my high school years will be like a rollercoaster,

loop-the-loops and corkscrews

when all i wanted was to make it up that steep incline

before i go go down fast

ready to write.

not even a dent

books

tons and tons

millions and millions

but i'll only read a few of them.



don't get me wrong

i love to read

the books that just suck you in

so you're up to 2 am on a school night

not even aware of the time.



i love it.



i am not a book nerd

not even the slightest

but that cozy feeling

the one where you curl up next to a fire

lounge under an umbrella at a beach

just wow...........



i will read dozens of books a year
the long novels, the short ones
but i can promise you
i'll never make a dent in the piles of books in this world

untitled

i'm told that life is a whirlwind
to live every moment that you have
i've tried to listen, but will things really change?

i've looked back to my past
and have realized how fast it's gone
how my sister used to be one
but now she's six without any time gone.

it's like my life goes from slow to fast motion
0 to 60 with just a little push on the pedal
for seconds can pass in minutes
and life can just go too slow
but when i reflect,
it's like a day had passed in a minute.

my life will go second by second,
or appear in year by year
i'll try to live it up
but life passes too fast to live up every tear.

Help

You sit there
Wide eyed, just scared
Your mouth is clenched shut
Your arms are crossed
You will not talk
But that’s okay.

You have eye witnesses
Your key to redemption
Your only hope
Your only chance
You have no other option
But this is fine.

For although we seem against you
We will be here
We’ll fight for you hard
W'll fight till the end

Hold On

Near
Far
Any place that we fall
I just want you to know
That I’ll never let go.

I’ll hold on as long as I can
Gripping your fingers as tight as I can
I promise to never let you go
So quit your crying
And hold on too.

The New Elle

Can the show be great?
Laura Bell Bundy danced across the stage
Singing, belting and just making us laugh.
Her last show was finished perfectly.I’ll miss her so.
Now Elle Woods is played not by Laura
Bailey is now Elle Woods.
She did the best of the two,
She truly did great
I may see her there
There singing and being her bubbly self on the stage

The singing and being her bubbly self on the stage
I may see her there
She truly did great
She did the best of the two
Bailey is now Elle Woods.
Now Elle Woods is played not by Laura
I’ll miss her so
Her last show was finished perfectly
Singing, belting, and just making us laugh,
Laura Bell Bundy danced across the stage.
Can the show be great?

Her Last Time Up

Pink gleams!
People scream
We all cheer and clap
To a crazy extreme.

She stands there
Looking in an invisible mirror
We stand up giving her a standing ovation
That she so deserves after 2 years
Even before she spoke her first words.

The bright pink dress
The blonde curly hair
Laura Bell Bundy
The Elle Woods we adore.

The Curtain Opens

The lights dim
The crowd hushes
Music starts playing
There’s electricity in the air
We all anxiously stare
Waiting to see the first human
The is the sorority house
There is Serena, Margot and Pilar.

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I liked the coming darkness
The way it creeps up
Enclosing you
Wrapping you like a blanket
Lights shine in the distance
The mood overhead
You sit there waiting
For something to stir.

An animal scurrying along
An owl hooting somewhere not too far off
And two teenage girls sitting on top of the world
Telling their stories of vacations
Talking about everything they can
Waiting to get wrapped into that dark blue blanket.

The Notebook

When you look at this
What do you see?
Do you see something perfect?
Or it is just intimidating…………

As you flip through the pages
Without anything there
Is it perfection?
Or is that when
Ink fills it up?

When you open a notebook of some kind
Is it that you see possibilities?
For poetry, and lyrics, and emptying your heart on a page…
Or is it a boring class in the beginning of the year?

Rule

Ha!
Can I laugh in your face?
Can I just get crazy?

What?
Do you have a problem?
Do I need to stay smiling?

No!
Do you think I should listen?
Do you want me to stop?

Why?
Is there a reason?
Do I need help?

Please!
Should I listen just ‘cause you’re older?
Is it possible for me to rule my world?
Am I entitled to my own feelings?

Are you really that special, when all you cause is pain?

I'm There

I’m a shoulder to cry on
A person to laugh
To help you understand things
Give you advice you’ll never take.

A rock for comfort,
Just a call away
I’ll run to your house
Even in the middle of the night.

I am a support
I’ll come root you on
Just give me a second to prepare
Before your monstrous car arrives

emotion

How can I say this
You two are exactly alike
Except one of you keeps quiet
And the other lets it slip out.

You read each others faces
With an exceptional ease
But you get mad when one of you
Can't keep that poker face.

You two are best friends
It's just plain obvious
But since that title
You've spoken your mind.

I love you to pieces
I really do
But if those little things affect you
It'll hurt you in the end.

trying my best

i wish i knew that person
it would make it easier
i only know your side
so i hope that i am right.

it isn't like it's easy
to play love guru on the phone
i want to see your face again
hug you when you cry.

i can only help so much
but i will only do my best
it's not like i have done this myself
you've kept me busy enough.

Hey People

Hey, I'm Madeleine.
some people call me Maddie, and a few people have called me Mad. Are there any new nicknames you can come up with? (besides Madster courtesy of Noodle) anyhoo, i started this blog after I realized that almost all my friends have a blog of some sort. I decided, hey, i'll make one. so..........um...........yeah.

I am finally starting High School!!!! I'm 14 years old, my birthday is 10 days after CHRISTMAS (no, my birthday is not January 5th like everyone assumes.......it's January 4th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). I really don't know why everyone forgets December 31...........

anyways, i'm random. i talk way too much. i laugh constantly. i love my friends. i give great guy advice even though i've never had my own boyfriend. and i have great funny people in my life.

i like to write, but it doesn't always sound too smart. 'cause I kind of write the way I talk. you'll get used to it though. please check out the other blogs, some are insanely hilarious, some have amazing writing. you just have to check it out.