tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53881932131256804032024-03-13T23:20:46.882-07:00Artistic WondersFull of wonderful writting from yours truely kaylasexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-41929488325993454102011-05-27T10:13:00.000-07:002011-05-27T10:13:09.238-07:00Coming Of Age<i><b>What Is Coming of Age? :</b></i><br />
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Coming Of Age is when a young person's transitions from their childhood to their adulthood. So, for coming of age a young adult undergoes some situation and/or inner turmoil in his/her life, which helps them with their growth and development as a human being.Some young adults come to realization of reality when they face cruelty in the world, death, racism, violence and hatred. While others deal with friends,family and community issues.Some Books Are great for coming of age as a novel. Like the following: <br />
<ul><li>The Catcher In The Rye</li>
<li> To Kill A Mocking Bird</li>
<li>A Tree Grows in Brooklyn</li>
<li>The Giver</li>
<li>The Hobbit</li>
<li>The Outsiders</li>
<li>The Bluest Eye</li>
<li>The Girl Who Fell From The Sky</li>
</ul> And much More Books. But One Book that i read What <i><u><b>The Girl Who Fell From The Sky</b></u></i>. The book was filled with a lot of situations that could of brought my main character to her coming of age. For one she had to deal with living in a new home with her grandmother. She realy didnt have much memory of ehat had happened to her mom, dad and brother. SHe also felt like a loner in the story. She was different than everyone else, because of the way she looked. She was the only girl with blue eyes and brown skin. yes, my main character was lost, but she knew for sure that she was black. She went through most of the changes teenage girls do at her age. School, boys, friends and foes, family problems, and that lust to be loved for who they really are.<br />
Each of these book tells a story. The story of some kids life that started off normal, But dramatically changed because of an issue that happened to them. And with that situation they came into realization of the world around them. They became a bit wiser, and a step closer into adulthood.sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-67094524272633047762011-05-24T16:22:00.000-07:002011-05-24T16:22:24.147-07:00Coming of age<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.01in; margin-right: -0.01in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <strong><u><span style="font-size: large;">Coming Of Age Reading Response</span></u></strong></span></span></div><h2 class="western" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"> I</span></span><span style="font-style: normal;"> am reading the book “</span><span style="font-style: normal;"><u>The Girl Who Fell From The Sky”, </u></span><span style="font-style: normal;">by Heidi W. Durrow. In the book the main character is a girl named Rachel. She is living now living with her grandmother and her Aunt Loretta in a new town. From her past, to her present and to her future Rachel goes through many changes in her life. The three main changes that I noticed is the fact that she is living in a new town and shes trying to fit in, she is enrolled into a new school and she is living with her grandmother. Rachel starts of by being the smart, shy, well-behaved, and well mannered child. But throughout the book That changes little by little. She adopts to the new life, changes the way she dresses, the way she talks and her attraction to boys.</span></span></span></h2><h2 class="western" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Rachel is feeling like “The New-Girl” and misses her Mor (which is a danish word for mother), her brother Robbie and her Pop (her Dad). Some things that her Aunt Loretta does reminds her of her Mor, and deep down she is still that danish girl from Portland, Oregon. I think this because Rachel is the new girl and everything and everyone is new to her. Yes, they may change the way she looks on the outside, and try to change the way she acts, but she will always be the same danish girl she always has been. For example, on page 2 Rachel says, “ When Mor was little she used to have two braids in her hair too.” But her aunt decides to do something different with her hair. To Rachel she knows it doesn’t matter if she didn’t agree, shes just a “Doll”. On page 3 Rachel says,“I see a girl in the mirror when shes done, and she is not me.” </span></span></span></h2><h2 class="western" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> Coming to a new town, means a new Middle school for Rachel. I noticed in the beginning she wants to work hard and focus, even though shes being teased and bullied by the other kids. She usually just deals with it and holds back her tears. For example,in the beginning of the book there's a girl named Tamika Washington who goes to Rachel’s middle school bullied Rachel, she pulled her braids, teases her about the way she looks, and threatens to beat her up. Rachel is frightened by Tamika a tries to stay out of her way. But by the middle of the book her attitude changes. Yes, she still keeps up with her good grades, but she attracted more to boys and can't really tolerate the teasing. Tamika now goes to the same high school as Rachel, but things have changed. On page 170 Tamika says, “She a ho. Think she all cute. She fast like those white girls. She slept with half the basketball team. She touch my man I’ll slap her.” A Part of Rachel that wants to stop being sad, and to stop being hurt and not cry. Turns around so quick like she doesn’t even know herself and says, “FUCK OFF,” and punches Tamika so hard she stumbles back and her nose begins to bleed.</span></span></span></h2><h2 class="western" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> At first Rachel doesn’t know much about her grandmother. For example on page 2 she says “ Grandma is still a stranger to me. I know only know a few things about Grandma. She's a gardener. She has soft hands, and she smells like lavender.” As she gets to know her grandmother more she does as she is told. She shows her grandmother and her friends respect and manners. She goes to church with her grandmother every Sunday. And she keeps her grades up and behaves herself. She and her grandmother never talk about Rachel's Mor or Her Pop, But they are always on Rachel's mind. But the older Rachel gets the more she actually notices about her Grandmother and the more she dislikes her. Like how shes almost always drinking and she becomes less close to her grandmother as she used to be. For example she stops going to church as often as she usually does. On page 150-151 Rachel and her grandmother get into and argument about Rachel’s Mother. Rachel does something shes never done before, she yells at her and says,” You're a damn lie- that newspaper story proves it. My mom didn’t do a damn thing!”</span></span></span></h2><h2 class="western"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> In conclusion, Rachel goes through many changes in her life. And this is a great example of coming of age. Because just like Rachel, teens today are starting to grow up and learn more about themselves. They change either because of a situation or the people around them. Just like Rachel we may grow up having one set of personalities but a few years later they change, because we change. By the end of the book Rachel gains wisdom. “Wisdom doesn’t necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself.”-Tom Wilson. Rachel is a good role model to most kids going through what shes going through. And its more that what meets the eye. I want the reader to think that growing up isn’t a bad thing, but its a way to experience more in life. To understand yourself better than when you where younger. To experience new knowledge and lessons of life.</span></span></span></span></h2><h2 class="western"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <img height="321" id="il_fi" src="http://heidiwdurrow.com/images/site/girl-who-fell-cover-pb-sm.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="213" /> </span></span></span></span></h2>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-23068774123169808362011-05-24T06:51:00.000-07:002011-05-24T06:51:49.058-07:00Promt<b><span style="font-size: large;">Commands, Advice and Directions adults give you. What do you agree/Disagree with?</span></b><br />
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<ol><li> "Stay Away From Strangers"</li>
</ol> I disagree with this command. Yes, some strangers you should avoid and not talk to. But isn't everyone a stranger at first? Don't you start off not knowing someone and until you talk to them or introduce your self that's when you start to get to know the person. So maybe this command can be verified. Maybe for smaller children the ages 10 and younger tell them not to talk to adults they don't know. Random people on the streets. But telling kids not to talk to strangers is telling them not to talk to anyone they don't already know. But, i kinda agree with this command, because you dont always know who someone is. They can be a child molester, a kidnapper or a dangerous person. But i don't think this command is that effective because kids still talk to strangers and today they are being kidnapped, raped or harmed by people on the streets. Saying "stay away from strangers", is one thing but enforcing them to listen and do it is another.<br />
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2. "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."<br />
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I agree, no matter what happens in life, life will always go on. its a good thing to say to most teens. Especially when they are going on in their life and they feel as though the world has come to and end(trust me Ive had this feeling before), Telling them that life goes on is something that always helps. And this quote is true life does go on, a person dies, but life will still continue. Never let a dramatic event in your life.,stop you from living. but also take into account that as you grow up so do others and together they mature and see that the world is finally opening up for them.sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-87752175665510227782011-05-24T06:28:00.000-07:002011-05-24T06:28:31.436-07:00Promt #3<span style="font-size: large;"><u><b>Prompt Number 3:</b></u> Who Am I? Who Was I? And Who I Want To Be?</span><br />
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<ul><li><span style="font-size: small;"> Who Was I?</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: small;"> I used to be the quiet, shy keep to myself kind of girl. I used to not really know who i was or who i wanted to become. Growing up was hard for me since i really didn't have my mother around, but someone that substituted for her. I also didn't know my father so i never had that "Father, Daughter" Felling. </span>When i was young i always felt like and outsider. Like everyone else was against me. I was too shy to make friends, but i had some. I was loved by almost everyone for how sweet i was, and how smart and talented i was. I was always told by the adults around me " Your gonna be someone great, and helpful in this world". I was quiet at home, and most did what i had to do and didn't argue with my grandparents who i lived with. I drawed, sang , dance and had no worries in the world. That's who i was.<br />
<ul><li> Who am i?</li>
</ul> I am that loud girl youll hear from a distance. I'm fun, funny and full of life. I like to try new things and meet new people.I'm loved by almost everyone except for the people that envy me. I have my own type of style and always try to stand out in my own way. I never follow the crowd, because like my grandfather said "I Am A Leader,Not A Follower". I know my friends like a book and i am the type of person that would always have your back no matter what. People know they can trust me and ccome to me when they need any type of help. My personality attracts everyone. I cant say im perfect, But im getting there. Yea i have my flaws and dealing with the process of growning up. Like haveing boyfriends, my family issues, friends and most of all the trust i have for most people. Im creative and i try not to make poeple bring me down, Thats who i am.<br />
<ul><li> Who i want to be?</li>
</ul> I want to be someone that can help the world. Today i am a teen and i see that our world that we live in have a lot of issues. And i want to be that person to try and solve some of theses issues. I really care for almost anything, so things like homelessness and poverty really touch my heart. I wish to help those out there who don't have much, who are living out on the streets, who have no place for them and their family to be. Or i can help the world by saving lives. Either by being a doctor in a hospital or by being a police officer and making our streets of new york a better place for people to feel safe and live in. I say its not about the money its about the feeling you get from doing something good to others. I also want to be a mother and have a family. To be proud of what Ive done and be able to be happy. That's who i want to be.sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-39664125356436665182011-05-16T07:11:00.000-07:002011-05-16T07:11:49.343-07:00Writting Prompt #2<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em><u>Writting Prompt Number 2 </u></em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em><u>Questions:</u></em></strong></span><br />
<ol><li>What I Want For Life?</li>
<li>What Carrer I Want To Proceed?</li>
<li>Where Do I Want To Live?</li>
<li>What Do I Want To Accomplish As A Teen?</li>
<li>What Are My-End-Of-The-Year Middle School Goal?</li>
<li>WHat Are My Goals In Highschool?</li>
<li>What Courses Do I Want TO Take In High School?</li>
<li>Art(Creativity) Or Medical?</li>
<li>Do I Want To Go To College?</li>
<li>Am I Ready To Leave Home?</li>
</ol><strong><em><u><span style="font-size: large;">Question Number 6</span></u></em></strong>: <strong><span style="font-size: large;">What Are My Goals For High School?</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong> </strong></span><span style="font-size: small;">In High school i want to accomplish many things. For one i would like to keep getting good grades> If i can i want to get better grades than what i get in the 8th grade. I also want to try new subjects to extend my knowledge beyond what it is now. I really enjoy ELA and Social Studies class, with the teachers being interactive with the students I am wble to be more succesful in class. I want to join high scholl extracirriclular classes. A sports team, or maybe a robotics team. In High School i want to explore my educational options. By doing this it would help me to become a smarter student and proactive in my High School community. but mostly in school I will remain true to myself but also be open to options I have never experienced before.</span><br />
sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-36000240948756345272011-03-23T09:02:00.000-07:002011-03-23T09:02:10.750-07:00Response to A book Revised<span style="font-size: large;"><em><u>Book Title</u></em>: Sand Dollar Summer</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><u>Authour:</u></em> Kimbery K. Jones</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1416903623/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link" onclick="if (typeof(SitbReader) != 'undefined') { SitbReader.LightboxActions.openReader('sib_dp_pt'); return false; }"><img alt="Sand Dollar Summer" border="0" height="400" id="prodImage" onload="if (typeof uet == 'function') { uet('af'); }" onmouseout="sitb_doHide('bookpopover'); return false;" onmouseover="sitb_showLayer('bookpopover'); return false;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51b7IBes8CL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" width="400" /></a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Well this book is basically about a 12 year old girl named Lise. Lise has a great life with her parents. But unfortantley lise mother had a horrible car accident. This car accient gave her motheer many injuries, and life lise scared. She thought that her life was falling apart from that moment. So as her mother got better she too them on a trip. For the summer they went to live in this old house on the beach in Manie. This was the first time that Lise has been so close to the ocean before, and she was terrified. The point of this whole family trip was to recuperate thier lifes</span>. </span><span style="font-size: small;">This plan seemed so inncote that it might actually work. O fcourse you know the trip had its uos and downs for both lIse and her mother. Drama, love , Trst and much more. But at the end of the summer everything ended welll. Lises life went back to they way it was, before that tragic acccident. Once again she felt safe, and happy.</span><br />
I think that this book is very interestuing. I mean like i love the way the book has text to world connections. How the authour took something that happens all the time in the real world and based her story around that topic. I like hoe the book shows the meanta; break down of a child who has a parent thats been in an accident. The book shows how they break down, how they react and how that can total change your life.sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-8535453331045550052011-03-03T11:12:00.000-08:002011-03-03T11:12:21.847-08:00Narritive Poem For Please Dont Take My Air Jordans<span style="font-size: large;"><u>Please Don't Take My Air Jordans</u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Poem by Reg E. Gaines:<br />
</span>my air jordans cost a hundred with tax<br />
my suede starters jacket says raiders on the back<br />
i'm stylin . . . smilin . . . lookin real mean cuz<br />
it ain't about bein heard just bein seen<br />
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my leather adidas baseball cap<br />
matches my fake gucci backpack<br />
there's nobody out there looks good as me<br />
but the gear costs money it sure ain't free<br />
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and i gots no job no money at all<br />
but it's easy to steal fresh gear from the mall<br />
parents say i shouldn't but i know i should<br />
gots ta do what i can to make sure i look good<br />
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and the reason i have to look real fly<br />
well to tell ya the truth man i don't know why<br />
i guess it makes me feel special inside<br />
when i'm wearin fresh gear i don't have to hide<br />
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but i really must get some new gear soon<br />
or my ego will pop like a ten cent balloon<br />
but security's tight at all the shops<br />
everyday there are more and more cops<br />
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my crew's laughin at me cuz i'm wearin old gear<br />
school's almost over summer is near<br />
and i'm sportin torn jordans and need somethin new<br />
there's only one thing left to do<br />
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cut school friday catch the subway downtown<br />
check out my victims hangin around<br />
maybe i'll get lucky and find easy prey<br />
gots to get some new gear there's no other way<br />
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i'm ready and willin i'm packin my gun<br />
this is serious bizness it sure ain't no fun<br />
but i can't have my posse laughin at me<br />
i'll cop somethin dope just wait you'll see<br />
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come out a the station west 4th near the park<br />
brothers shootin hoops and someone remarks<br />
HEY HOMES . . . WHERE'D YOU GET THOSE DEF NIKES<br />
as i said to myself. . . i likes em . . . i likes<br />
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they were q-tip white bright and blinded my eyes<br />
the red emblem of michael looked as if it could fly<br />
not one spot of dirt the airs were brand new<br />
had my pistol knew just what to do<br />
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followed him very closely behind<br />
waited until it was just the right time<br />
made a left turn on houston pulled out my gun and screamed<br />
GIMME THEM JORDANS . . . and he tried ta run<br />
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took off fast but didn't get far<br />
i fired (POW) he fell between two parked cars<br />
he was coughin/cryin/blood dripped on the street<br />
and i snatched them air jordans off a his feet<br />
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while layin there dyin all he could say was<br />
please . . . don't take my air jordans away . . .<br />
you think he'd be worried about stayin alive<br />
as i took off with the jordans there were tears in his eyes<br />
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the very next day i bopped into school<br />
with my brand new air jordans man was i cool<br />
i killed to get them but hey . . . i don't care<br />
cuz now. . . i needs a new jacket to wear<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><u>My Narritive Poem:</u></em></span><br />
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Looking Like Me Anit Easy you see<br />
I got money you see<br />
I get what i want<br />
gucci<br />
Addas<br />
You know you cant meet ma syle<br />
im a whole nother mile<br />
away from you my child<br />
so lemme tell you this<br />
Im fressshhh <br />
You see <br />
100% flee<br />
Imma Mobb To The Mall<br />
Stacks of money<br />
Thats how i ball<br />
Get dem jordans <br />
Niggahs have<br />
So i Also Have thier swag<br />
Dont need kill<br />
To survive<br />
Like other niggahs out her<br />
Im number one<br />
New Swag <br />
New Daysexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-88987748956830793472011-03-03T10:48:00.000-08:002011-03-03T10:48:54.984-08:00Response to Other Peoples Blogs <span style="font-size: large;"> Well i read The following Blogs:</span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-size: large;"> Anna Veronica's Blog</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"> Jasmine Pacheco</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"> Sarah Safran</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: large;"> <em><u>Anna Veronica:<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></u></em></span><span style="font-size: small;">For One Anna"s blog shows allot of detailed observations. She really goes deep into understanding poems, sonnets, ect. All of her blogs show that she really understood the detailed aspects of the sonnets. Unlike some people her blogs are long and full of detail, you can hear her voice in her blogs. She really expresses her feelings and points of views in each one of her blogs. Sometimes she even compares her sellf or uses text to world compareasions too. She elborates and deve;lopes her ideas. She shows forceful and powerful voices in her blogs. I really llike her poems about And important thing that happened to her. I like how she wrote it for one, Two i like the rythm that she had. Theres alot to say about her blogs and she is grewat at putting her voice into everything she writes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em><u>Jasmine Pacheco: </u></em> </span><span style="font-size: small;">For one i like the theme that jazzy picked for her blogg. Its very claming and mellow. I also like how for one of her side bars she has a quote from a poet and its very inspiring. I also like how in some of her blogs she adds a visual so you can see, and it describes whats shes saying. Her responses seems like she had a nice flow while writting the response. It seems like she had some nice ideas, and you kinda get idea or like some inspiration from her blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em><u>Sarah Safran:</u> </em></span>I like her blog responses because they all really explain what she's thinking. Even though you haven't read whatever she read, you can still get a lot about it by just reading her responses. Also I think she really cares about the stuff that she writes and thinks deeply about all of them.sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-89591956047124999542011-03-03T10:40:00.000-08:002011-03-03T10:41:48.969-08:00Envey<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.kellychandler.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/event-envy-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 178px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 366px;"><img border="0" height="113" id="il_fi" src="http://www.kellychandler.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/event-envy-logo.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Money talk first </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Money talks last</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>You Anit Worth Shit</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Runnin mouth for my cash</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Stay off my ass</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>You on that low class</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>My status way pass</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Than what ya 12th grade pasted</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Im always real</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Im never fake</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Trust me im a heavey set</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>I'll make an earthquake</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>One move is all i make</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>To make ya B**** ass shake</strong></span>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-22830191742004003592011-01-21T10:30:00.000-08:002011-01-21T10:30:59.412-08:00Poem<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"><u><strong><img height="508" src="http://www.wwtt.org/HEART1.gif" width="534" /></strong></u></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"><u><strong>That Sepcial Person</strong></u></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dark chocolate skin</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And brown eyes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">His feelings were hidden</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And so were mines</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">6 foot </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And soft red lips</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Always jealous </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But i knew he cared</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hugs and kisses were alwayed shared</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Strong bold body</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sweet and sour</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Was how he acted</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Freestyle Rapping</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Funny and controleed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A big warm heart</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And a strong bold soul</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yea thats him</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hes my gold</span>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-843405497441167942011-01-21T10:25:00.000-08:002011-01-21T10:25:00.498-08:00Poem<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong><u><img src="http://img.costumecraze.com/images/vendors/forum/54964-main.jpg" /></u></strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong><u>Dead Friendship</u></strong></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Our friendship </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Has never meant nothing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Even from where it all began</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Its just memories in the sand</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A dead wish</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Brought to life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yet unborn</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sticks and stones, may break my bones</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But your pain is the pill to heal that up</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You just been used </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And played puppet</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We share nothing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We have nothing to relate to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Your friendship is nothing, but a dead end</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and a dead long memory</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Something that you'd wish</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We had again</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Say goodbye to your long</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And distant past</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You sit and wish that we</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">can be friends again</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Get a grip</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">GeT A LIFE</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cuz im gone</span>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-11538855642489413972011-01-14T10:28:00.000-08:002011-01-14T10:28:11.550-08:00POEM<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"><u><img height="508" src="http://www.deviantart.com/download/127509361/You_left_me_wanting_more_by_darkofknight.jpg" width="339" /></u></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"><u>I want</u></span></strong><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want a smile</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want a hug</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want a mile </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of sugar plums</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want a daisy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For hen its rainy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want to fly</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And touch the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want a dad</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Like I've never had</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I just want</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That special</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love song</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That you have</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Just a song</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That I can have</span>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-91634856312132229102011-01-14T10:24:00.000-08:002011-01-14T10:24:08.170-08:00Poem<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><u><img height="508" src="http://suhailalgosaibi.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/kids-bullying.jpg" width="336" /></u></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><u>Bullying</u></span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="color: red;">A word</span></strong> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cuts deep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Deep into your skin</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">A push</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Lets you fall</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You get tears</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">After all</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">A puch</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Leaves brusies</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A memory</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You cant forget</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">A gang</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Defenceless</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Its you agaisnt </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Them</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">A bat</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">YOUR OUT!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In the hospital you go</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Your mother sheads tears</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Your father shows his fears</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">The silence</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Its safe</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Its the best thing you know</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">After all</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Thats how</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Bullying goes.</span><br />
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This poem expresses how I see this social issue.... Bullying... Bullying is a very deep and harmful topic. It happens everywhere. This needs to be stop. Kids are bullied for allot. Their race, how tall or short they are, how fat or skinny they maybe, where they come from, how the speak, the way they dress, their sexuality is something that recently is being provoked. Bullying needs to be talked about it schools so this process of kid thinking they can say or do anything they want. To a child just because they don't like something about them. That needs to stop. Its a horrible action against people. And most of them just wont stand for it. So you know what they do, they commit suicide.sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-4250282906420181262011-01-14T10:12:00.000-08:002011-01-14T10:14:02.548-08:00Poem<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"> <strong><em><u>Ocean</u></em></strong></span> <br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> Endless</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Navy blue</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Crystal clear</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> And salty too</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> From east to west</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> You spread </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Crashing and thrashing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Dissolving in the sand</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Cold my touch</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Yes its the ocean</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> One thing that </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I lust</span><br />
<img height="508" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jlitts4kC9Y/SwOB-XRG7II/AAAAAAAAAMg/eWGoARt7A24/s1600/Pacific%2520Ocean%2520Sunset,%2520Monterey,%2520California.jpg" width="677" />sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-14653091399443243312011-01-14T10:05:00.000-08:002011-01-14T10:05:53.635-08:00Poem<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong><u><em><img height="508" src="http://michal.sudolsky.com/download/images/ocean.jpg" width="677" /></em></u></strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"> <strong><em><u>Where I am From</u></em></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> I'm from Jamaica</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> I'm from my mother kameka</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> I'm from the silent ocean breeze</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> In sunny Florida</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> I'm from the laughter of children</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> I'm from the sun</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> Bright</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> Sunny</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> And full of life</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> I'm from death</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> The beauty of it</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> The tears you shed </strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> Because of it</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> The feeling</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> Of depressing</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> Around it</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> I'm from music</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> Different beats</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> Different sounds</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> Different meanings</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> All around</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> From loud to silent</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> To high and low</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> I'm from my sister</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> Her broad smile</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> The glistening eyes</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> I'm just me</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> A girl</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> I'm Kayla </strong></em></span>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-76441748552347499752011-01-13T11:02:00.000-08:002011-01-13T11:02:13.277-08:00Reading challenge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5n76pkSpTMc/TS9LuSTP2ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XMFsmvHasfc/s1600/515YV2XV7DL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5n76pkSpTMc/TS9LuSTP2ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XMFsmvHasfc/s1600/515YV2XV7DL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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I Read the book <u><b><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: lime;">Sold</span> </span></b></u>this month. Well basically i read the book in a day. The book had really connected to me, it was so meaningful, deep, depressing, and each word on each page really got a reaction out of me. This book was full of allot of drama, fear, religion, betrayal, trust, rape, family,and much more. The book includes allot of social issues that are deal with in real life today like: rape, family loss, abuse,poverty, love,al actions and much more. The one thing in the book that made me love it so much was how it took place. It started depressing with a family that lives in a village and they are poor. Its a family of four a daughter, a baby boy , the mother and the father.<br />
Their family used to be bigger but each season when they had a child the child would die of some sort of sickness.Basically the main character wants good thing for her family. She aims for getting a new tin roof. Their father unfortunately is rude, lazy, and doesn't do much to help the family at all. I also don't like that in their religion the man always comes first.They only get to eat after then men had eaten till they are full, then they get what remains.That's unfair in my eyes for one they have more than one mouth to feed. Two they don't have enough food to give to all the family members if the father eats first, basically the rest other family starve.<br />
They must rub their feet n drink a sip of the water their feet was washed in as as sign or respect. That's sooo nasty its something that i would never do in my life at all its like who would do that and no one i don't care who they starvee cant tell me to do something like that as a sign or respect to a man.But, besides all this bad i love the fact that the girl is in love with a guy in her village that she has been watching for a while now and she has plans to marry him,<br />
To skip farther into the book. They family becomes so poor because of the father and all of his gambling so they send the daughter to the city to be sold as a maid. But from there things go horribly wrong. She is on this long journey she goes through alot of other villages and cities and she leaves th life she had behind her. She carries her personal items which isn't that much and the strong weight of her family back home and how they will get along in life, but she promises to come back and tell them the stories of how great it was in the city. She had a big wondrous imagination of how the city would look but for the long journey she was on she never got to that wondrous place.<br />
Instead she gets a change of clothing, a new pink fluffy dress and matching shoes. To her she feels naked. She ends up in the home withe other girls in many colorful dresses and to her she thinks this is where she'll clean and stuff. Her first day of the 'job' she sees what her job is really meant to be. And she refuses to do this dirty job. For this she gets beaten all over her body and shes is starved without water for food for days. But what they don't know is shes knows how to serve without food, she can make her self seem full even though shes not. Until one day she get some yogurt from her bosses servant and instantly she knows she was drugged. She blacks out and awakes a little while later with no control over her body at all. And a guy one of the costumer does what he was there to do and she feels like she has no control over anything any more, so she lets it happen.<br />
She gets used to what she has to do to get out of there but she doesn't appreciate it at all. she see that the girls are leaving one by one, people around her getting sick,dieing....<br />
Well i don't wanna give away too much of the story so go ahead and read it your self it will really take you attenuation away like its taken mine. This book is a sure to keep, best read, attention grabbing, meaningful and social story.<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><b> I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!</b></span>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-57098202946769399252011-01-13T10:58:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:58:15.628-08:00War (extra peom)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5n76pkSpTMc/TS9Kj7kaIyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9iN5AnuRK6c/s1600/landing_at_war_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5n76pkSpTMc/TS9Kj7kaIyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9iN5AnuRK6c/s320/landing_at_war_03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="color: cyan;"><u><b><span style="font-size: large;">War</span></b></u></div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am at war</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'mam at war with a ton of things</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And the enemy maybe</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Winning</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This battle</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But no matter what</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I have to win this war</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The fatal moment</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the crusal pain</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The desire to over power</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The rush of this game</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Oh war</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You might be unstoppable</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But i will challenge you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And i promise you</span><br />
<div style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>WAR </b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">I will</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #b45f06;">WIN</b></span><br />
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I just wanted it to be known that there's always war. If its not a war between states ins a person war. A war between people. The war of love. The war for survival. The war that everyone faces all the time. So there are those people, who will never give up. The fight back there war. Until the succeed and win.sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-15566411321058718022011-01-13T10:51:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:51:40.667-08:00The Starry Night Poem Response<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5n76pkSpTMc/TS9IqyhMr4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fIG-UHWfSJ8/s1600/van_gogh-starry-night2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5n76pkSpTMc/TS9IqyhMr4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fIG-UHWfSJ8/s320/van_gogh-starry-night2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<h4 id="poet"><a href="http://plagiarist.com/poetry/poets/41/" title="More poems by Anne Sexton">Anne Sexton</a></h4><div id="skyAd"> <div id="skyscraper"> <noscript><div><a href="http://media.fastclick.net/w/click.here?sid=10231&amp;m=3&amp;c=1"> <img src="http://media.fastclick.net/w/get.media?sid=10231&amp;m=3&amp;tp=7&amp;d=s&amp;c=1" width="160" height="600" alt="Please visit our sponsor" /></a></div></noscript> </div></div><em>That does not keep me from having a terrible need of -- shall I say the word -- religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars</em>.<br />
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--Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother<br />
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The town does not exist<br />
except where one black-haired tree slips<br />
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.<br />
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.<br />
Oh starry starry night! This is how<br />
I want to die.<br />
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It moves. They are all alive.<br />
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons<br />
to push children, like a god, from its eye.<br />
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.<br />
Oh starry starry night! This is how<br />
I want to die:<br />
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into that rushing beast of the night,<br />
sucked up by that great dragon, to split<br />
from my life with no flag,<br />
no belly,<br />
no cry.<b style="color: #f1c232;"><u><span style="font-size: large;"> My Response:</span></u></b><br />
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In class we read the starry night. After reading this poem a few lines i had a few thoughts about the poem. For one i think the poet is trying to tell us that she is accepts death.She doesn't fear it at all she basically embraces it. So some line like 'The unseen serpent","that great dragon","beast of the night" to mean all of this sayings/descriptions shows powerful forces which i think she longs to surrendered to. She is like showing suicidal power in her poem. Like the stanza that says "to split" it adds some compactions and difficulties towards the poem. The word"split" doesn't mean destroy in this poem but it actually means to break into many pieces.<br />
Also the stanza that says "no belly" can mean a few things. It can mean that she will have no belly literally,or that the word belly can refer to womb,and can also mean "inside". Saying that she has no inside, its a form of destruction. I think that the poet longs to become part of the sky, not literally but that saying has a religious meaning towards it. But i think he desperation for suicide, isn't for religion but for the need of infinite glory and power. This poem shows a mixture of both suicide, surrender, control, how she wants her life to end.<br />
The poem talks about the nature of life and the embrace of death.To me this poem just has a lot of power and strength towards it in the poem. it really grabs your attention.sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-92092117911325492272011-01-11T07:08:00.000-08:002011-01-11T07:08:48.795-08:00Love (extra poems)<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><strong>Love </strong></span><br />
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Life is full of roses<br />
But they arent all lovely<br />
For us there are the same with throns<br />
And some that are pitch black<br />
Its up to you to pick out<br />
The most beautiful<br />
Of them all<br />
Your have to find<br />
That wonderful <strong><span style="color: red;">Red Rose</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">By Kayla Newman</span></strong>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-29487842552853736122011-01-11T07:05:00.000-08:002011-01-11T07:05:54.499-08:00Poetry<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>Poetry is....</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>P</strong>oems</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>O</strong>penly thought out</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>E</strong>very one's opinion respected</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>T</strong>ruly fulfilled and meaningful</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>R</strong>eligion is included</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Y</strong>ou share your mind</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your heart, your soul, your thoughts </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">All written down on paper</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A word of memories, moments </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And factors of life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Poetry is like the ocean</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Its a hell of a ride</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hell yeah </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That's what poetry is about!!</span>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-42891233374199313372011-01-02T16:21:00.000-08:002011-01-02T16:21:51.523-08:00Ela Word Poems!!! Extra credit<span style="font-size: x-large;">Lengendary</span><br />
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Let me tell you a story<br />
About a man.....<br />
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A <strong><span style="color: magenta;">L</span></strong>ong time ago<br />
Th<strong><span style="color: magenta;">E</span></strong>re was a man<br />
<strong><span style="color: magenta;">N</span></strong>amed Mr. luther king jr<br />
He <strong><span style="color: magenta;">G</span></strong>ave people hope<br />
Almost <strong><span style="color: magenta;">E</span></strong>veryone looked up to him<br />
<strong><span style="color: magenta;">N</span></strong>ever in his life<br />
<strong><span style="color: magenta;">D</span></strong>id he, Mr.luther king jr<br />
G<strong><span style="color: magenta;">A</span></strong>ve up on his dreams<br />
So a<strong><span style="color: magenta;">R</span></strong>e <br />
<strong><span style="color: magenta;">Y</span></strong>ou a person of dreams?<br />
Well Mr. luther king jr was a man of dreams and forever he will be <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><strong>Lengendary</strong></span>!<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"></span>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-77767904588530134732011-01-02T15:56:00.000-08:002011-01-02T15:56:45.646-08:00Ela Word Poems!!! Extra credit<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Christmas HoHoHo</span></strong><br />
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Whe Christmas time comes around santa sings a song, it goes:<br />
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<strong><span style="color: lime;">H</span></strong>o ho ho<br />
All thr<strong><span style="color: lime;">O</span></strong>ugh the snow<br />
<u><strong><span style="color: lime;">OVer</span></strong></u> the roof tops<br />
All the <strong><span style="color: lime;">E</span></strong>lfs know<br />
When <strong><span style="color: lime;">R</span></strong>aindeers are coming<br />
Its time to go<br />
Ho ho ho its Christmas time in the snow<br />
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Well then main word in this poem is HOVER. Hover means to float over or got go over something. So this poem decribes when santa and his raindeers go OVER the roof tops and this action shower the meaning of the word HOVER.sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-61206369941992794212010-12-10T08:30:00.000-08:002010-12-10T08:30:52.967-08:00Reasearch For Authors Note<div style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Well my topic is Gay Abuse inside and outside of school for kids and teens.For one you may think that gay abuse happens in school and ends at school. But gay abuse that starts in school also effects that child's life outside of school and happens to them through the internet or physically happening to the on their way home or when they come outside. Gay abuse doesn't just effect that person physically it also hurt that person emotionally</div><ul style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><li>I need statistics</li>
<li>General information</li>
<li>The definition of not only gay abuse but some terms used when gay people are abuse like homophobic, homophobia, ect.</li>
<li>And maybe just one or two example from kid or teen who have experienced or witnessed gay abuse and how they fell and how this issue really effects them and their family.</li>
</ul><ol><li style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Definition of <u>Homophobic:</u></span></b> Is basically a large range of negative attitudes and feelings towards lesbian, gay, bisexual, queer and in some cases transgenders and inter-sex people. Definitions refer variably to antipathy, contempt, prejudice, aversion, and irrational fear. Homophobia is observable in critical and hostile behavior such as discrimination and violence on the basis of a perceived non-heterosexual orientation.</li>
<li style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Definition of <u>Discrimination:</u></span></b> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">an</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">act</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">instance</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">of</span> discriminating</li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Definition of </b><b style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><u>Homophobia</u></b></span><u style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><b>:</b></u><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">is the hatred or fear of homosexuals yup I said it that it is, lesbians and gay men - sometimes leading to acts of violence and expressions of hostility. Homophobia is not restricted to any one parts of society, and can be found in people from all walks of life. Organized hate groups have viciously attacked homosexuals and have used especially rude language in attention to persecute and intimidate them</span>.</span></li>
</ol><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><u>Statistics:</u></strong> </span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">In 1984</span> </span><span style="font-size: small;"> because of gay abuse, gay people five times more likely to miss school because of feeling unsafe. 28% are forced to drop out</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Many Victims of anti-lesbian/gay violence - possibly more than 80% - never report the incident</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">85% of teachers oppose integrating lesbian, gay and bisexual themes in their curricula</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">In 1986 42% of homeless youth identify as lesbian, gay or bisexual</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">In 1997 84% of Americans oppose employment discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">In 1996 about 75% of people committing hate crimes are under age 30 (WOW)- one in three are under 18 (VERY PREDICTABLE)- and some of the most pervasive anti-gay violence occurs in schools(WORRRRD)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">In 1989 Lesbian, gay and bisexual youngster are at a four times higher risk for suicide than their straight peers.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">In 1994 a survey was taken and 191 employers said t that 18% would fire, 27% would refuse to hire and 26% would refuse to promote any person that was lesbian, gay or bisexual.</span></li>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Ayoooooooo this is some site I used click the link to see the s</u>ite:</span></em></strong></div><ol><li><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><u><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.now.org/issues/lgbi/stats.html">http://www.now.org/issues/lgbi/stats.html</a></span></u><a href="http://www.adl.org/hate-patrol/homophobia.asp"></a></div></li>
</ol>sexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-78578133179514753432010-12-06T16:54:00.000-08:002010-12-06T16:54:02.829-08:00Poem (extra cedit)<strong><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">Mr.Gone</span></strong><br />
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Why did you have to go<br />
Leaving you family and kids alone<br />
Tear tears for you <br />
That were shown'<br />
Now they are home sad and all alone<br />
So are you happy with yourself<br />
Mr.Gone<br />
I bet you like leaving people all alone<br />
Leaving you face burned deep in thier souls<br />
Now they'll never forget you<br />
Mr.gone<br />
since you left them all so alone<br />
Forever and ever <br />
You may never return<br />
And the pain they suffer<br />
Is going to stay<br />
As these first few empy days<br />
Go by<br />
We will survive<br />
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By KaylA Newmansexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388193213125680403.post-74948947346750310472010-12-06T16:41:00.000-08:002010-12-06T16:41:45.375-08:00Poem (extra cedit)<span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Lockers</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Things unfold</span><br />
Old nasty sandwiches<br />
Dirty smelly gym clothes<br />
Homework from last week<br />
That hat i lost in winter<br />
As days go by<br />
the junk piles up high<br />
Open up your locker<br />
Textbooks fall out<br />
people get hit<br />
Your locker<br />
my not be <br />
a safe place<br />
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By kayla Newmansexii kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200456950475009028noreply@blogger.com0