Black hair

to door in hopes to find some sort of food. He wore tattered jeans, a thick plaid jacket, and a crooked hat that covered his ears. There was a large drooping sack that hung over his thin bony shoulder. His face looked rough and scarred. He had thin black…

This was an incident happening when I first came to the America. It was Wednesday, the 7th day that I was living in the US, and I was unpacking my stuffs from my packages. Kathy, the only friend that I had in the US that time, called me. “Hey Lynn, do you want to join my birthday party this weekend?”, she asked. At that time, I did not neither go to work nor go to school. When she asked me, I unhesitantly agreed because I was feeling bored at home. After hanging the phone up, I was really…

the far corner. He ran to them and quickly emptied their contents into his back back. Once outside again, Minho gathered his bearings and set off back to base. The night was not pure darkness, a full mood shone, reflected the light off his jet black hair. Setting off into a run, his muscular built meant that the load he carried was an easy task. He let his mind wander, his breathing set into a steady…

It is January of 2005, and I am on my way to Columbus for my first chemotherapy. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in October of last year. My two sons, Jeff and Jason are coming with me. Jeff driving, Jason sitting in the passenger seat and I 'm in the back seat of the 2002 GMC Envoy. I glance out the window and watch as we pass the Shoe. It is chilly outside and the winds were powerful on this winter day, snows covering the trees and the ground, it’s a beautiful sight of a winter wonderland.…

essay "Black Hair" by Gary Soto, he explains the life of a young seventeen year old Mexican who struggles on the streets to make a decent living . Soto is able to portray the emotions and experiences of his life by writing the essay in first person. The audience has the opportunity to relate towards what life is when not having a place to sleep at night, being tired from work and dirty because there is no home to go to and shower. Likewise, in the story "Sonny 's Blues" by James Baldwin, a black…

at the DCLS program about 35 years ago. She comes to Scott Road Connections everyday through the entire year. She is 5’4’’ and weighs 145lbs. She has blue eyes, short brown hair, and is fair skinned. JL’s hobbies consist of going for walks, doing puzzles, dancing, shopping and bowling. She maintains fairly good skin, her hair is normally uncombed and unwashed. Her favourite color is blue. She has had work experience before at a farm that she really enjoyed working at, unfortunately it shut down…

pretty tall for incoming high school freshman. Quintin was African American, always had a fresh buzz cut and had a very distinguishable birthmark on his right forearm. Over the course of their time in middle school they had lost 6 classmates, mostly to gang violence. The numbers only got worse when you looked at the high school. Quintin and Malik were worried about becoming targets of gangs. As they began high school they tried to keep their heads down and just mind there own business. One day…

very talented hairstylist. Around the age of thirteen I grew an interest in hairstyling. I practiced braiding hair on my younger sister, Nallely, she enjoyed me playing with her hair so she was the perfect model. I got really good at hairstyling that my mom’s friends would tell my mom, “wow, how did you do that Juanita?” My mom would say, “I didn’t do it, it was all Yesi she likes doing hair.” We were living in the Blue Jay Trailer Park at the time. We knew everyone that lived there because we…

“Everything alright in here Cupcake?” he inquired. “That was quite the scream.” “Yeah,” Elle responded. “I just forgot a few homework problems.” Elle glanced at her father. Light gray hairs peeked out of the bottom his full head of chestnut brown hair. She would have to die his hair again. “Okie-dokie,” he slurred. “Don’t stay up too late, you’ve got school tomorrow.” Elle scanned her light purple clock angled on her desk. 10:38. With a half-hearted sigh, Elle…

The face of Nicholas Easter was slightly hidden by a display rack filled with slim cordless phones, and he was looking not directly at the hidden camera but somewhere off to the left, perhaps at a customer, or perhaps at a counter where a group of kids hovered over the latest electronic games from Asia. Though taken from a distance of forty yards by a man dodging rather heavy mall foot traffic, the photo was clear and revealed a nice face, clean-shaven with strong features and boyish good looks.…