Ripeness...

Full bloom spring and breakthroughs into the summer. I wonder if a parent would give a child an incomplete name and wait till they grow up to complete it. When I say grow up I mean change seasons from spring, younger stage to summer, adults and maturity. In the story, “Marigolds” by Eugenia Collier, the narrator Lizabeth is in her spring season. Her personality, age 14 going on 15 and spends her days with younger children. Faithfully for her she just doesn’t understand exactly what her faith is and exactly what she believes. Lizabeth’s maturity was in a younger stage, symbolically she saw the spring flowers bloom and no other. Sure, everyone grows up one day. Once Lizabeth finally grows up maybe shell go by Elizabeth and I am just the same…
One reason I reckon Lizabeth and I are similar, in our spring is our personalities. Being able to hold a conversation with a nine year old and being interested, while in the story, Lizabeth is consider to be a ringleader of the younger children, yet she spends for them. “The truth was that we were becoming tired of the formlessness of our summer days.” The children just really followed her, not like a big sister but a classmate. They worked together like Alfalfa and his crew! “Tell you what, “said Joey finally, his eyes sparkling. “Let us go over to Miss Lotties.”
Every country person goes to church. (Just a stereotype). All the country folk pack up in the small church 3 miles down the dusty dirt road all seasons round. Faithfully I am in my younger stage, my spring. I have a religion, I’m a Christian but don’t absolutely know how the meaning and feeling connects to me. Any dark child in church with their parent just sits stares and sings along to gospel music! HALLELUAH! LIZABETH AGREES.
Hey how about you grow up! Just making progress is a hard thing for anybody and everybody. Some teens are easily progressing into their summer while Lizabeth and I have to debate with ourselves why we should grow up, shift to our summer season. We both just continue to plant flowers like theirs no hibernating seasons for them. “M- miss Lottie! I scrambled to my feet and just stood there and stared her, and that was the moment when childhood faded and womanhood began.” There will be an event when Lizabeth and I will grow up, Lizabeth realized life moves on and is to short. Time to put up the gardening gloves and shovel and bring out the water hose.
Ultimately everyone is brought into this world with seasons, spring, summer, fall, and winter. They progress and they grow. Lizabeth and I are in our spring, personality and being a child friendly type person. Faith questionable and wondering what to believe. Our maturity, symbolically the spring flowers bloom and soon needs water. At last, at last Miketia and Lizabeth has grown up. Leaving you the reader with this question, what season are you in? Is it your spring, or progressing summer?

My President Is An Italian Gangster?!

I make Con High pop,
Without the hubby and me it wouldn’t be Con High at all.
But now I’m a changed world,
10th grader and all.
Super duper V.P,
Vice prez, vice prez, vice prez.
V-I-C-E V-I-C-E OOOOOHHH!
Dances that make students who weren’t here wish they were!
The pictures so dark and students so bright.
Get em! Get em! Ooookkkkaayyy!
I dance, I dance,
I swear, I sweat,
Go to sleep,
Wake up and be a normal teen?!
What do you make?

"We Real Cool" By: Gwendolyn Brooks

Mother's bury their young children and their friends’ talk, " He or she went out cool" but their dying to soon! Why? "We real cool" has a quite cool guess and asks the same question. "We real cool" is a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks. The poem actually has numerous topics that stand out. Short and straight to the point, the poem is practically 24 words long. Drop to the beat, the rhythms like a rap/poem that should win a Grammy. Hear me out reader it's DEEP! You will love the thought of the poem.
One reason I kick with the poem, "we real cool" is the length. The whole poem, 24 words, three words every sentence. Main word...we. The shortness of the poem represents short life. "We real cool" and "we die soon".
Beat, bop, and bam: The rhythm of the poem, it rhymes like a 2008 rap/poem by Common (lyrics). The repetition of it is so teenage tavie like, we this, we that! "We sing sin. We thin gin. We jazz June." we....
Last but not least the meaning of, "we real cool". It’s a warning, a choice between dying young and full of life or dying elderly and blessed. To the reader I leave you to choose either of the two. "We real cool" "we die soon".
The length short but straight. Looking at the rhythm you want to beat box. Meaning, very powerful. Leaving you the reader with nice, small words and sentences but such powerful message!