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Friday, October 23, 2009
acrostic poems
Food: Apple
Apple juice comes from apples
People love apples
Picking them from trees is how you obtain them
Loud crunches when biting into them
Extravagant red
Place: Florida
Fluorescently bright
Luxurious beaches
Outstanding shopping areas
Relaxation is not hard to obtain here
Indescribable vacationing destination
Disney world is found here
Always sunny
Apple juice comes from apples
People love apples
Picking them from trees is how you obtain them
Loud crunches when biting into them
Extravagant red
Place: Florida
Fluorescently bright
Luxurious beaches
Outstanding shopping areas
Relaxation is not hard to obtain here
Indescribable vacationing destination
Disney world is found here
Always sunny
Monday, October 12, 2009
homework 10/8
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
by, Maya Angelou
Analysis:
This poem is about the author talking about how she overcame the harassment she got from the racism that used to be extrememly popular. She is basically stating that she tried to ignore the racist remarks and how people looked down on her because she was black by being more confident in her self. In the poem she was trying to prove that she was better than racist peoples assumptions of her. She says she will rise above all the things people do and say to her and will never be put down.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
by, Maya Angelou
Analysis:
This poem is about the author talking about how she overcame the harassment she got from the racism that used to be extrememly popular. She is basically stating that she tried to ignore the racist remarks and how people looked down on her because she was black by being more confident in her self. In the poem she was trying to prove that she was better than racist peoples assumptions of her. She says she will rise above all the things people do and say to her and will never be put down.
sonnet
Cali Ray
There once was a young girl named Cali Ray
She had long brown hair flowing down her back
And intelligence she sure did not lack
She was born in 1993 May
Loving of the sun, the beach she would lay
When she did certain tasks she would not slack
And when it came to school she had a knack
She loves Florida, and there she will stay
There once was a young girl named Cali Ray
She had long brown hair flowing down her back
And intelligence she sure did not lack
She was born in 1993 May
Loving of the sun, the beach she would lay
When she did certain tasks she would not slack
And when it came to school she had a knack
She loves Florida, and there she will stay
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