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Reflection About Myself Reflection

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SELF PORTRAIT: INTIMATE REFLECTIONS By Syeita M. Rhey SELF PORTRAIT: Intimate Reflections CONTENTS PAGE… I. MEET SY I Dream of the West Indies Wesleyan Street Projects Just Me African Dance Performance A Haiku Dear D.C.F Black Is Beautiful Gossip What Do You Mean I Sound White?! Short Story II. BEFORE I LEARNED TO LOVE MYSELF FIRST Mr. Love First Light Homey, Lover, Friend Part I The Spell Upset I Love You. But I Love You Not. The Letter Haiku II If I Took My Love Away Homey, Lover, Friend Part II III. WHEN DEATH STARTS TO BECOME TOO FAMILIAR The Blessed Memory Miscarriage A Broken Heart Vacant Eyes Child’s Prayer Fein Xavior’s Resting Place IV. MATRIARCHS: GRANNY & NANA …show more content…

Your attempt to pull the blinders over my eyes. Exposing me to your organization’s propaganda Filling my head with words like "family" "together" "build" But what I actually experienced was… "fragment" "traumatize" "divide" Operating under the guise that you are some type of hero Some divine entity with your eyes on the sparrow Wait, was I supposed to be the sparrow? Torn from the arms of my mother Alienated from my sisters and brothers Placed in a separate home or cell like a certain slave trade in America... I 'm sure you get the parallel. Dealing with the trauma you initiated I begin to stutter and was scared to talk But with the right teacher I began my long and arduous walk Towards my academic feat Because I realized that education Equals freedom. So here I am, DCF. Sure, I came out alright, Not because of you but despite of you. I just hope that I’m not the only Exception to the rule. Black is Beautiful Don’t you know? Black is beautiful, so Why do you criticize me so? You look at my body And you complain to …show more content…

The little boy grew up on this island and knew every rock and crevice by name. One day the little boy’s mother found him frolicking about the house doing nothing. When she asked him to tend to his chores he replied that they were all completed. To keep the little boy from being a nuisance she sent him on an errand. She handed him a note and told him to bring it to his aunts and not to tarry. The little boy arrived at his aunts and she sent him to his grandpas. When the little boy made it to his grandpas he pointed him to old maid Ruth. Old maid Ruth than sent him to Mr. William’s house. Mr. William sent him to Ms. Bakers until the little boy ended up on the other side of the island. When an older cousin approached him as to what he was doing so far away from his home…the little boy handed him the note. The note read in big letters: SEND THE FOOL A LITTLE FURTHER. (True

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