Friday, February 17, 2012

Nigga this Nigga that.


Is it okay for me to call you a Nigga?
because I'm black!
As soon as the opposites do it we attack
As the whites laugh (Hahah <=== Laughter)  and chit-chat about black on black

We are mocking our ancestors with the want to be video vixens
Sarah Bartmen would be very disappointed in you children

Is it okay for me to call you a Nigga?
before or after I pull my trigger? (BOW BOW BOW)

We act like we don't know what our ancestors went through
Workin and slavin, slavin and workin
Fighting for our 13,15, and 19 amendments to make sure we ALL were able to voice our opinion

Is it okay for me to call you a Nigga?
beat you with my bear arms
I'm the slave killer!- Elona Shivers

Analysis: In my poem I used Onomatopoeia's like Sonia Sanchez. I made a Poem about slavery because Sonia Sanchez loves her history her ancestors like I do so I pulled figurative language from her poems.

Analysis on "Poem for some women"

Allusion: Sanchez uses allusion by singing "Mommas little baby, Mommas little baby, Mommas little baby loves shortening bread" Sanchez explains how the mother of the poem tries to comfort her child by singing letting her child know everything would be alright.

Theme: The theme was how strong the mothers crack addiction was how the mother would do anything to get high even give away her own child to be raped by her crack man the love she had for crack defeated the love she had for her daughter.

Figurative Language: Sonia Sanchez compares the daughters eyes to "Puppy dog eyes" when she came back to get her from the crack house.

Tone: The tone was critical the mother knew she was at fault that's why she bought her daughter a leather jacket to think she'd find forgiveness from her daughter.

Final Interpretation: "Poem for some women" Is about a mother who is heavily addicted to crack and she's brings her daughter to the crack house with her to explain why she sometimes is late. The mother has no money to purchase her crack and she tries to have sex with her drug dealer but he refuses for the first time he looks at her daughter and says " I want her, I need a virgin". The mother received the crack and left her daughter 7 year old there for a week. When she came back to get her the mother was very resentful about what she had done she had realize by then she loved her daughter more then the crack by then it was to late.

I enjoyed this poem, it was very deep it goes in detail very well. While listening to this poem I Could visualize everything through out the entire poem. This poem gave me a heart broken feeling I felt bad for the child in the poem.

Analysis On "The Middle Passage"

Allusion: Sonia Sanchez says "Watch as I take you through the middle passage". Sonia Sanchez is relating slavery to the middle passage.

Theme: I believe the theme of the poem is showing all of the struggles not only that African-American slaves went through but what how America treated our ancestors. the theme is about the overall struggles of African-Americans and how America and the people over came it all.

Figurative Language: Sanchez uses a constant of alliteration in her piece. Sanchez explains the rapeing of slaves and she states "It was the giving birth that was bad(2x), Every nine months(7x)"
Tone: The tone was very exaggerated, Sanchez exaggerated her words and phrases to stress what our ansectors went through.

Final Interpretation: Sanchez starts the listeners off with a bit of background information of where her poem was coming from and states "What does it mean to be human?" She read her poem about the middle passage and how passangers were brought to america and then became slaves.
Sanchez went on to explain how Jews and Gays were treated like "Terrorist" to humanity.

I didn't like this poem it bored me. Sanchez used a great amount of onomatopeias in her piece out of all of her pieces that I've read this poem is my least favorite I had no intrest in it.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Abortion babies view.

month 1
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound
of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of
your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
month 2
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I’m not big enough to survive outside my
home though. It is so nice and warm in here
month 3
You know what Mommy, I’m a girl!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want
you to be happy. I don’t like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me
sad too, and I cry with you even though
you can’t hear me.
month 4
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and
fine, but I will
have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head
and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming
quite good at it too.
month 5
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I’m not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. I can hear you and I
know I love you. Mommy, what’s an abortion?
month 6
I can hear that doctor again. I don’t like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is
it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can’t get away from it! Mommy!! HELP
me!! Mommy, please make it stop Mommy!! I’m sorry Mommy! Make it stop!
Please make it stop!!!…
month 7
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus’s arms. He is holding me. He told
me about
abortion. Why didn’t you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two
hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more
mouth that will never speak.
Repost this if you have a heart and are aganist

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Black history Pep Rally !

Remember the blog I posted about none of my teachers talking about black history month? Well today my English teacher dedicated a black history month pep rally to me ! I was so excited it was so much fun ! we had trivia,music,games performances etc I enjoyed it so much I'm glad she did that. She even showed the school we don't only have to celebrate black history month in February we can do it all year long. Thank you so much Mrs.Totten.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

My road

The road I have traveled on has been like a rollercoaster one minute im happy the next I'm sad. I've smiled through it all but some people insist on keeping me mad.
I try to be a better person but I always seem to be wrong to better myself
If I have ME thats all I need to please.
Forget the Befriended friends because it's their trend.
So I'ma be a lady&cross my legs and forget them.-Elona

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Who is she ?

Who I see
Oh she pretty and caramel brown
She's the prettiest girl around town
She talks as lite as a feather
She's loud as the sea
Yes she is who I see
I see big light brown eyes
She's very observant of the things she see
Honey colored hair
Her unique sashay of style
How do I know she?
She is me. -Elona