Eye color

Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye: Racism and Self Worth Ever since the beginning of American history, race has played a role on how people view themselves, whites being the higher value versus blacks. In Toni Morrison’s novel, The Bluest Eye, Morrison unveils the values of the social community and how white standards affect how African-Americans value themselves. The life of Pecola Breedlove depicts how the social pedestal can make a 12 year old black girl feel unloved, and ultimately corrupt her…

I looked around seeing shirts, skirts, shoes, and undershirts of all colors. I picked out a couple of shirts, and one pair of black boots, and shoes. I turned around, and noticed a woman walking up to me. She had short blonde hair, and sky blue eyes. She also looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Hi Cierra!" He squealed. I looked at her surprised. 'How does she know my name?!' I thought…

of his clothes in color, he kept his head down on the road, trying to make time. About the time when his shadow was a small ring encircling his feet, his shoulder bumped a woman walking down the road. She fell down, grunting, and immediately covering the back of her dress in copious amounts of dust. Besnik helped her up, and after she had stood, and dusted herself off, she glared up at his face. After she had stormed off in the other way, and Besnik had stared after her with eyes narrowed to…

four inches and she has the softest features. The women of my mother’s side all possess the same traits, these serenely crystal blue eyes and sun kissed blonde hair. My father on the other hand is six foot and has large goofy-looking everything. The man has dark hooded brown eyes, salt and pepper hair, and rough to the touch skin. I am tall and statuesque with hazel eyes and very soft skin so I got the perfect mixture…

Different from many other writings of American literature that discuss the periods of deep racism that took place, The Bluest Eye written by Toni Morrison, does not become involved directly with those events, instead, it focuses on exploring the remaining effects of race through self-hatred. Many characters from the novel who are African American are devastated with the cultural and already imposed notions of white perfection to the limit that they hate themselves for not being up to society`s…

Sairim: Lustella 's Descent The night shimmered with golden orbs that slowly pulsated to a silent beat, thin tendrils flowing slightly behind their light. Amethyst and sapphire hues painted the sky above, the colors reflected by the dual moons parallel from one another, both casting their own dim glow. A gentle breeze caressed the soft, bright emerald grass, sharing the scent of the dew-covered blades with the world. Running water trickled against the rocks in a nearby stream, bringing balance…

also quite slender, durable and light. They seem to sport four wings with a pair of wings on the side of their heads and wings for their arms. Their head hair is a natural white that fades to a dark gray with a pair of mean yellow eyes. Their skin tone is a fair color of the Ancient Romans with only a slight tan. They wear bloomers and on the side is a black line going down vertically. There's three hearts on the black lines and split down the middle by the line. They wear bandages on their…

I stared straight ahead at a girl with dark brown eyes too big for her face, with sallow skin and a busted lip. I was unrecognizable, even to myself. My eyes continued rooming down the length of the mirror, lingering upon my reflection. I looked like the lost, rag doll you keep in your attic, after realizing she's no longer full of life. My depression had altered me, for the worse. I knew I needed help, but I was too afraid to ask for it. I lived in an illusion, choosing not to acknowledge the…

Her green eyes fluttered open. She pressed her palms firmly on the cold wet ground and propped herself up. She had long red hair that curled at the bottom. Small freckles splattered across her cheeks and nose, it was almost like the stars in the night sky. The surrounding area was unlike something she had ever seen before. It was dark and quiet, the only noises were coming from the night bugs. Her eyes scanned the forest to see if she could make out where she was. Although she appeared calm…

one perfect gift she wanted to buy but she could never buy it with the money she had right now. Mij called her dog and her companion, Mark Watney. Mark stood next to Mij and waited for his owner to give him a friendly command. Mij looked into Mark’s eyes, they were full of obedience and companionship. “Mark, please get my purse” Mark scurried to the shelf and jumped as high as he could with his teeth barely grabbing the handle of the purse. Mark dragged the purse to his owner, Mij. Mij opening…