Poem- sibling love

A woman with rough and crusted hands

She didn’t have a girly bone in her body

When it came to mowing or plowing the land

She was by far better than everybody

As for head of the house, she was alone

No man was there beside her

She could hunt and clean a pig, straight to the bone

To others this is just a blur

She had two daughters of her own

Who both matured in different ways

The daughters became healthy and full grown

But the daughter Dee, had a craze

As for Maggie, the daughter who was younger

In her confidence she was low

But for helping people she had a hunger

It was only sharp intelligence she didn’t show

Dee got everything she ever wanted

Now she fought for a quilt with value

Her arrogance and pride was always flaunted

If Maggie got them, What would she do?

You see Maggie was getting married soon

So she needed something to keep her warm

Mother was determined to give her the quilts

That were sentimental and very old

Siblings will always attempt to rival

This in fact is true

It’s when the relationship is being torn apart

That the heart no longer beats but turns blue

Maggie, poor sweet broken heart

Your open wounds will soon heal

We know the young lady who tore you apart

If this were cards, you just had a rough deal

She is your sister, that’s a fact

Let not her bitter ways sway you

I’m sure she loves you, this is just an act

But to you she has an apology due

As for me I treat my sister like the jewel

She is one to treasure always

For anybody who were to treat her like a fool

Would be injured in several ways

I see how Maggie is treated by Dee

I wonder if the difference was in the raising

The mother has no name so we can call her Marie

But we should not blame her, she’s amazing

Woman suppression- problematizing

I want to bring this idea to you on a silver platter which I expect to be eaten and absorbed; the thought of female repression. Anyway you look at it (male or female), we as humans have the right to be who God created us to be. Here on a Christian campus we are taught to love out loud so that we may spread the word of God through that. Not only will the word of God be spoken from our lips, but we as college students aspire to be intelligent and outspoken in our knowledge. Now that you have the appetizer, here is the full course meal, set with it a while and think about how far women have come in this world. We started out at the bottom of the food chain, we were created to be under male ruling and society has taken that to the extreme.

In the story “The yellow wallpaper” it portrays this woman who is both unnamed and she is the very epitome of repression of the soul. She embodies women all around the world who have no voice, figuratively of course.  In this story she fought against herself and the rest of reality. Her husband and brother both are in disbelief at her illness, but why? Did they simply not want to face the fact that somebody so endear to them could suffer with a mental issue? Could it possibly be such a selfish reason as this? I think so.

Now take this as the last course, it shouldn’t sit so well. Let’s imagine that we all go to this Christian college (in which we do) except the only difference is that all the females in the school aren’t allowed to talk, ever. Women here must wear makeup at all times and have their hair curled every day and our bodies must be a perfect hourglass shape. We must embody perfection at its sweetest, making sure we are without flaw.  When we have emotional drama, we hide it; we aren’t allowed to even bring it before God. Imagine now how you would feel if this were to be us right now, would we keep ourselves disciplined to the shell we were ordered to fill? Our mental stability is fragile as it is, our emotional shell was built like the thickness of a soap bubble, little to no excess emotion can be contained inside. If we ever tried to suppress what God meant to be free

Unce upon a dream- Creative post

Remix to Eminem’s Mockingbird

Things probably don’t make any sense to you right now
what has daddy taught you?
You guys are soldiers
Stiffen up your lip
what are you hurting for?
You got your momma now, I won’t let you hit the dirt

Bennie I know how bad you hurt and I know you miss your dad
Well I'm alone in this but I’m gonna give you the life that I never had
I can see you're sad, when you pretend to live a life that you never want to have
I can see it in your eyes, you change your face and hair but it’s all lies
I know you’re scared because of the people that surround you
Mommas here but I can’t help what you feel inside
No more crying, wipe them tears
Mommas here so no more nightmares
I’m gonna get that house you watch me, I can do it
Your brother Walter’s crazy, aint he?
But he loves you girl and you know it
We're all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
You two are the most beautiful kids
Looking puzzled at me like I have the answer
I know it's confusing you
You have all that’s school work but there are other things to do
I try to keep you sheltered from this racism, but it’s harder than it seems
The more I try to keep you safe the harder it is on me
You try so hard to fix these things that lay with your family and your race
I don’t want you to worry about it baby, just keep a strong face
I will support you in how you feel with those men,
Things will always change and nothing will ever stay the same
Just be careful of the man you choose, you cannot choose again
It’s either George or Joe, baby I will support anything you choose.
But then of course everything always happens for a reason
If you lose both in this process then I guess it was never meant to be
But it's just something we have no control over and that's what destiny is
Please don’t worry, just lay your head down and sleep
I hope that after this we can wake up and it find out that this was all just a dream

Now my children, please don’t worry
Everything's gonna be alright
Keep a strong hold on your dreams, don’t let them fade
Mommas gonna hold you through the night

Death of A salesman: Problematize Posts

Matthew 24:10- “And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another.” Betrayal isn’t a new concept to our society, no; it has been around for ages. Who can understand our hearts? In The Death of a Salesman, betrayal is a well known word and it affects literally everybody in this play… some more than others. The first betrayal I’m going enlighten you on is the affair of Willy Lowman and a mistress.

Willy’s whole life has been a show, an entertaining story that pleased him. He sought after what he thought was the American dream, not realizing that what he sought for he already possessed. He had a big house, that was sturdy and upright, he had two kids and a wife Linda that was faithful and true to him beyond what he deserved. One Ironic thing of this story was Linda and her protective ways over Willy. In the story there didn’t seem to be a real strong romantic relationship between the husband and wife yet she saw Willy as this noble and good man. She may have been the only person who saw him as a good man, yet he slips to the side of unfaithfulness. When Biff came in and uncovered the truth of his father with another woman, Willy’s last words were “She meant nothing to me. I was lonely Biff, I was terribly lonely”. If she meant nothing then why was he with her? What good does it do our own humanity if we are untrue to our commitments?

Another time of betrayal was when Biff and Happy left their father in that restaurant yelling out insane words in the bathroom. Typically a family sticks together and the children follow and love the parents, even when grown, children should respect and love their parents. Biff and Happy both left their father stranded in his time of need, even though Willy didn’t even take it to heart, much less come to terms that he left. When they got home their mother once again scolded for treating their father life trash, it makes you wonder if the way the kids behave drive their father to the insanity he faced before death. Our society is like this in reality, their are fabrications of life everywhere you look. The question is, why did we do this to ourselves?