Be My Escape

Slave stories from the West 1920; Cherlynn Williams My life had ended and begun all in one moment. I remember the day it all happened. Thick hot tears welled up in my eyes and I screamed. My Poppa whispered “Calm down, Cherelynn, you’ll be okay.” and I refused, arching my back in the overseer’s arms. Taking a swift kick to his face, I attempted to escape to no avail. Other slaves that were stuffed in the crowded pen began to grab at the overseer’s arms. A warning shot was fired into the air…

Blanche, My dear Blanche, I realise that you are not aware of this but when I look into your eyes my entire world fills with light. It is none other than you who becomes this light that effortlessly pulls me away from the darkness within my soul: my insecurity. Your glistening locks of hair along with your elegance and sheer grace are overwhelming, yet the love and adoration that I have for you does not falter. Your large, glowing eyes like lanterns to light my way when I become lost, are full…

when my parents had told us that we were going to Cancun, Mexico I had very mixed emotions about the vacation. Being in Cancun, and feeling the warmth of the Sun, I was ecstatic for. But the almost 4 hour plane ride there and back was an agonizing thought. Currently, I’m walking through the air-bridge and onto the plane while on the verge of anxiety. While we were looking for a seat I noticed little five year olds sitting down and looking as if they…

charming of fellas. My patience has always run as thin as a strand of hair. I’ll hear people blabbing above me on the streets how awful it was that I, “Stole the lives of so many innocent people.” WELL LISTEN HERE! I do not decide when it’s time for someone to part, that is in the hands of the three fates. They decided when the string of life is due to be cut. I on the other hand, have the honors…

there until I moved to California at the age of 7. Lubbock has always been my favorite place because of the traditions and memories it carries. The first tradition that comes to my mind is Mackenzie Park. My family, along with multiple other families would gather there every holiday, and most weekends and we would have a massive barbecue. My friends and I would "explore" the forest and use our imagination and creativity…

watch as it gets closer and closer to their turn to share and, like me, they will all contemplate staging cardiac arrest to escape their inevitable fate. Obviously, some would argue that an eternity of burning in hellfire is a lot worse than an eternity of sharing circle-related anxiety, but those people have probably spent very little time in a sharing circle. A big part of my hatred for these circles…

as if women falling in love with each other were quite ordinary” (74). Celie’s descriptions, “Shug roll over . . . nudging me with her foot” (Walker 207) reveal this ordinariness. There is a naturalness in their relationship that enables Celie to escape her emotionless state and to feel sexually, physically and emotionally viable. In contrast to the male victimisation Celie experienced, Shug’s loving relationship frees her from their control. The idea of her own place is daunting and Shug’s…

in love with Fatima and finding someone to be apart of his family, he feels like anything is possible and he is very happy because of the support and love Fatima gives him which shows when she says “...I want you to continue towards your goal… I want my husband to wander as free as the wind that shapes the dunes.”(100-1). The support she gives allows him to be optimistic and happy no matter the challenges he faces. Just like how Fatima and Santiago aren’t married yet, family friends and others…

rules to follow wasn’t unheard of with my family. There was always a way to behavior with friends/family, at school, at home and out in the street. Often I found myself getting into trouble because I didn 't listen and also the fact that I always found some kind of way to slipping out of having to doing something that I knew I was supposed to do. But out of all the people in my family my mom was the strictest. When expectations set high, not meaning them meant my siblings and I typical had a…

everything still had his presence. Walking into it, Mildred by my side, I walk to the bookshelves, staring, grazing my hands across the leather bounds, moving side to side. All of his beloved books about that country, “The Encyclopedia Britannica, British Flowers, Birds and Beasts various histories,…