Ruth Fordman Monologue

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We sat around the cabin in as close to a circle as we could. It smelled musky with a hint of dust—Ancient and thoroughly cleaned. The room was freezing and I grasped my sweater closer to my body. I looked around, checking the scene. Around me were many pale faces with baggy eyes and droopy lids. Ruth Fordman and I were the only people of color in the room. “Oh lord, here we go” I thought to myself. I could feel the heavy weight of my heart beating faster against my chest as I was filled with the memories of my ancestors. Relax I whispered inside as if the mere volume of my voice might disturb the room making my deep seated anguish and hatred known. “Today, we are going to be writing two types of poetry, a haiku and free verse” Mrs. Fordman announced. Her swollen belly protruded out, round and smooth commanding the room. Inside her she held the mystery of life. I imagined what her child’s life would be like and I prayed silently for them. Her gown flowed effortlessly. So chic and colorful and her brown skin which resembled brown sugar had a radiant glow about it. “Does anyone know what a haiku is?” She asked. The room was silent. All you could hear was the low inhale and exhale of everyone in the room. Perhaps, …show more content…
“A haiku is a short type of poem which follows a certain structure, I think 5-8-5.” “Not quiet, but thank you Kathleen, a haiku is a traditional form of Japanese poetry which follows a 5-7-5 syllabic structure with the most common theme being nature and composes of lots of sensory detail.” “Can someone explain what sensory details are?” This time I answered more confident now that someone else had spoken. After I finished my explanation, Miss Fordman complimented me and told us to take out our journal. When we all had our journals opened she asked us to write a haiku about something. She said it could be anything but to consider writing about something in

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