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We did this play in school for our drama class. I loved this play. The things a parent will do to protect their family, their children even in the end it means taking their own life, feeling that is the only way to help. One child wants to be like "dad" and the other, the opposite. The wife who protects her husband even in his wrong doings. It's a story of love, loyalty and heartbreak.

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This story touches on racism, and not just white against black, but this one is about black vs white. LIttle girls wanting to kick a$$ because they feel they are being discriminated against. But unknown to them, troop 909, the little girls were all disabled and only repeated what they heard, not that they believed what they said.

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“Back in the days when everyone was old and stupid or young and foolish and me and Sugar were the only ones just right” (Bambara, 1992). There is something about that sentence, that in many ways still rings true today with our youth. This is about how unfair economics are, between the poor, and the black and how it is lost on many children. Even today, that is also true.

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The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain by Langston Hughes 

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The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain by Langston Hughes 

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This poem is about facing opposition as a black artist. This is more of a short essay than poem. He wanted to be known as a poet, not a black poet. The mountains could symbolize society, white society.

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The Negro Speaks of RIvers by Langston Hughes

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The Negro Speaks of RIvers by Langston Hughes

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Hughes embraces his heritage, and reclaims his origin. The rivers are a metaphor, but of what I am not sure, maybe soul, or history.

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Harlem/A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes

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Harlem/A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes

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This pictures sums up this entire poem.  I love that I found this one.
This poem, to me talks of what happens when you let a dream die, or defer it. What happens to it? It will explode.

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A story about a group of men during war time. Trying to make some normalcy for themselves during this horrible time. Some focused too much on others, Lt. Cross on Martha and others were just trying to survive. Each had an object that they held dear and it gave them a sense of peace.

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A child who endured a terrible tragedy, a mother that was bent on protecting her and a daughter who thought the world should revolve around them and their needs. A mothers love so intense that she could see through the selfish ways of one child, while protecting the other and what matters to them.

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A short story about the racism and hardships young black men endured at one time. But with the abuse, and name calling, this young man came out on top! He was rewarded in a way many would envy, a college scholarship for his hard work.

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I cannot figure out how to save videos and upload them.  Yet more proof that I am not a computer wiz!

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Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

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Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

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Depression is not something anyone should take lightly. It can lead to other mental ailments, including an obsession and deliusion over a pattern in the wallpaper.

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Gender dominance plays a heavy roll in this short story, but the women soon dominate and come to the aid of another, to protect her from those who are merely trying to dismiss her.

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To be in a prison of marriage only to be excited at the possible death. To finally be free from such sorrow and then die knowing that it was all a mistake.

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Too often those who claim to love us, steal our joy and happiness. The supress us and we feel as prisoners. Mrs. Wright did only what she knew to do, remove the one that stole her happiness.

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This poor girl.  This mother was so cruel and harsh but  in her mind, only preparing her child for the world.  Our children do not have to be who we are, or our worse thoughts.  The child is not a slut and the name calling only builds the mother up or feel superior.