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  • Langston Hughes

    Langston Hughes

    Today I read poems from Langston Hughes. He seemed like a man who thought a lot. His every journey from a night on the town to his woman of interest, he wrote into a poem. Even his trials of being African American and the struggles he endured. I like reading and hearing from writers and artists from the past because they didn’t hide their feelings. Langston Hughes wrote real vulnerabilities in his poetry. Things that real life people suffer with every day. They remind me that tears are not taboo. Reading his poetry brings me back to reality.

    Many trials have been overcome, and many trials have been lost. I am always rooting for the downtrodden and wanting something good to finally come into their life. It seems that at one point Langston was downtrodden. Now today he is Langston Hughes. I bet he never thought there would be a day when his name alone is the Trophy. He traveled a lot, seeing the world from many different angles. He saw the people that were unseen in society, and he wrote from a distant point of view but like it was the person’s own feelings. He wrote about the rich in society the same.

    The Eyes of A Deep Soul

    After reading some of his poetry I look at the cover of his book and in his eyes I see a man with a deep soul. He looks real in the eyes. You can see pain but not in a bad way. He seems like he knows that life comes with pain. You see strength. Like a man who will never give up. There is also a mystery that drives his curiosity of the world and people. Langston Hughes also seems to be a realist in a way. Not to driven in fantasies.

    This is all just me trying to understand this great poet. With that, I am not an expert or even trained in understanding the human mind. Pushing myself to understand another human from the little they willingly share with me helps me to understand humanity in a unbiased way.  If I can understand a person from the little I learn, I can understand the complexities of humanity.

    When I look into his eyes, I also see a dark side. A dark side does not always mean evil. In this case I don’t mean evil only a dark side. In addition, he seems like a sensitive man. Being able to feel and connect with all things in his path. There is something about the eyes and a voice of a person that intrigues me. It is so intimate to me in a non-sexual way that I can barely look people in the eyes. It is intense at times. Though it is sometimes easy. Most times it has nothing to do with the other person whether it is easy or not. Langston has special eyes. They tell a story. 

  • Four Walls

    Four Walls

    What does four walls mean is the question I stumbled across in my mind today. My first thought is a cage, but we all enjoy the comfort of four walls from time to time. Some
    would even consider four walls freedom. A space to let down your hair. To undress from a long day. So, one could say four walls is privacy, and protection from judgement.
    Moreover, the four walls you dwell in mean something no matter where they are.

    We decorate our four walls, painting who we are within them. These walls are more than
    privacy, but also a friend that listens to our needs and desires. The color of the wall has to be a color that interacts with inner being as comfort. Neutral is always a good color.
    Neutral blues, greens, etc. The reason why I believe neutral is chosen so often is because as people we change so often. Therefore, needing the base of our canvas to
    be neutral to change with us.

    Remembering Purpose

    While our style of painting and artwork may be bold many times. They change and grow with who we become. Even our furniture must fit within our four walls. Nevertheless, even the four walls you choose can become suffocating. Just as thinking too much can become suffocating. Which is why as much as we love our four
    walls we love the door built within just as much. You have to step away from the things you love from time to time to appreciate them.

    When you first walk into your home is
    when you get a full glimpse and feel of the vibe within. If you never leave you can forget or abandon the canvas you are painting. Or sometimes you just need to pour into your decor the things about you that have changed over time. If you could visit your childhood room it would probably be plastered with your favorite childhood superhero. Maybe that is not who you are anymore. Or maybe it is but an upgraded version. Things could lose meaning when you no
    longer see the purpose. If there is no meaning your four walls are left unprotected while still having to protect you from the outside world. Your four walls become an army with
    no morals. The four walls we live within are not only a warm place to use the heat, but a place to keep our humanity, to inspire us.

    Without our humanity we become a preset
    check list that does not edit or grow. We need our four walls to be alive to feed our intuition, our hopes, dreams, and love. They don’t live because of how well they’re
    decorated they live because you decorated them and gave your mind and heart what was needed to remember them. Some people live in cars, Rv’s, even tents and you can
    still feel the inspiration of who they are within. Your four walls are whatever you allow them to be.
    Your four walls are within you.

  • Underneath A Sound

    Underneath A Sound

    Melizah

                   DING! DING! DING! “ARIAHHH… Could you please alert Irik of our awakening.” Sure why not; it’s not like you will actually attend our morning workings. Melizah, if I am being honest, I am tired of milking the cows alone when you should be helping. At that point, I had to walk away from Ariah. How dare she thinks to open her mouth towards me. She would never understand what it means to be me.

    Looking in the mirror I just gaze at myself.  I am beautiful. Nonetheless, my goal is to be without the hardness of flaws. Therefore, the starting of my 3 hour beauty routine begins. I am an only child, but my aunt and uncle ‘Fuma and Chofi’ were murdered 4 years ago when their small village in Egypt of 90-100 people was taken over by pillagers. Many were taken as slaves and those who would not comply were slaughtered like lambs. Fuma and Chofi hid Ariah in the walls of the horse stable.

    She hid there for three days being tortured by the sounds of slaughter and rape of the people she loved. Then the pillagers left with their newly acquired hostages in tow. It took another two days for Ariah to come out of hiding. I can only imagine how she must have felt upon finding Fuma and Chofi. She was 14 years old and since the day of her arrival I have hated her. The reason is simple, she is simple. There is nothing extravagant or even beautiful about her but she walks around with the stupidest smile as if she has achieved greatness.

    Ariah

                         Oops sorry excuse me, Ariah mumbles pushing through the small crowd of Yisraem villagers after finishing her morning chores alone ‘of course. Thinking to herself ‘this will be the last time Melizah sits in the mirror for hours while my work is doubled because of her selfishness.’  We all must work to play our part in keeping this community afloat.

    I would never understand how she can’t see that my Aunt and Uncle  ‘Suleh and Aveit’ are being made to work like slaves at the brick-and-mortar house. They are the best; which is why King JoLe would never allow them to leave. King JoLe is a beautiful man. The type of man considered to be the average villager girl’s dream. Except mine. I will admit upon my first sightings of him there was a small crush. Although his appearance is of strength and beauty with eyes of a gentle nature.

    It was his speech that captured me. Beauty never swayed me very much but for many of the women here, it is enough. His wisdom and ability to connect on an intellectual level captured me. Before I could fall too deep in love with the image he portrayed, I started to see the truth. He spoke of love and growth while abusing his power with his actions. Today King JoLe is holding an announcements ceremony, and I didn’t get a chance to properly dress after working with the cows. Nevertheless, I am just a few minutes away to being right on time.

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