Friday, February 24, 2012

if i should have a daughter

If I should have a daughter…“Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.
And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”
But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.
I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.
You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.
And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
“Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”
Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.


The inspiring poem by Sarah Kay talks about her dreams and her struggles and how she would make a difference with her daughter. S he believes that her daughter will be hand and hand and her daughter can go to her as a “point B.” Sarah Kay is going to take her daughter and show her how the world works and that not everything can be right but some things can. She told us all her life difficulties through one poem and that she can change this. She can make sure her daughter has no difficulties through life.
            The poem just flows letting through all the things a girl will have to face through. Whether it is boy trouble, through rebellion she shows her meaning that life is beautiful. The best way is she hides it into nature features ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away. You will put the “wind” in win some lose some; you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.” She has a very different and unique style of showing that the world is a beautiful place and she sends this message not just to her daughter but all girls that life is beautiful and just to live it. She has a unique way to send out message in a nice way that is easier to understand and making it clear.
 I liked her poem because she has a clear focus showing it through beginning through end she has shown life difficulties through a couple of paragraphs she has shown her dreams. Still, maintaining a clear focus. I like her poem because it goes through life mistakes that everyone will make. She does this all while just talking about her dream daughter. This poem is a beautiful piece of literature

Friday, February 17, 2012

my poem

Israt Hoque                                                                                                                             813
My Loving Star
You sparkle in the sky far far away
We may be a thousand miles apart
But remember we are closer day by day
But in a life filled with sweet you brought some tart
You are up high I say hello from down below
Every night I look up and see smiles
You have a rhythm that just flows
I gave you my love and you gave your style
I wish you didn’t leave that day the cars crashed
You were still their holding down to my hand
As you were gone I was badly hurt and trashed
I was unable to listen sit stand up
But then I remember you were right there
As I looked up you whispered in my ear
…I love you

Monday, February 6, 2012

poems

Dreams....
what happens to a dream prospered?

does it moisten
or does it juice up like a lollipop

or does it dance in the moon
and shimmer in the sun
 it is amazing brilliant don't give up


What If?
what if?
what if the world just stopped
no one cared fire men and police men quit

what if?
aliens landed on the earth will we die
or will they become our allies

what if?
we all took a break would we all come back relaxed
or will be out of hand
what if????????

Sunday, February 5, 2012

poem to artwork

Today is not tomorrow
We work so hard every day, every hour
The machines have devoured us
Everything is hard
Lights flashing
Before my eyes
I pull and tug hoping one day
I will be the one above

Thursday, February 2, 2012


       This mural was done by a great artist Diego Rivera. Diego Rivera grew up in Mexico in a middle class family. As a child he loved to draw, he would draw anywhere any time. His parents saw that he loved to draw so he went to art school. He was a good artist living in middle class he was good at capturing everyday things. In his 20’s he wanted to get better so he decided to go to Europe to expand his knowledge and his artistic skills. There in Europe he was doing great he captured the European artist style. When he returned back home to Mexico and he continued doing his art he realized that his art didn’t have a Mexican feel to it, so he changed it around and added his own feel to it. This made his work very special. Soon he was a successful artist and his work was being bought in every museum. It took Diego a couple weeks to realize that his art couldn’t be enjoyed by the poor, so then he decided to do murals and he drew murals all around Mexico.
            In the picture I have chosen it shows I factory. The museum asked Diego to do in a museum in Detroit. This picture is about industry working people and the struggle. It is like a timeline it shows a on the bottom all the men lining up for work and the main center them all working in a cramped enclosed place.  
            I love this picture it shows struggle some of us American and well, all people and when I saw this picture it kind of reminded me how so many people are working together to get me to live a good and happy live even my parents who work real had to. I am glad that we have safer better factories now than we did before and now. He was a very nice man he always remembered the poor and wanted them to enjoy his art.