Back to school I go. Another tiring Monday, yet the last monday before the exam. As it approaches, I get more nervous. I am highly ready for the summer and ready to be stress-free.
My poem is about being a black teen male in America. My inspiration for the poem is the Black Lives Matter movement. The theme of my poem is to be careful when encountering the law because they are looking for a reason. My color, my negro spirit, and my culture seems to be a target for these ruthless cops We shouldn’t have to fear for our life every siren heard Or flashy blue and red lights seen Is the grass really greener on the other side? Is our nation really advocating black pride? Or more like blue on black crime? Looking at the news at night time Hearing about another life lost Dang, what was the reason this time? My heart goes out to my mom who fear losing her first born Or her innocent black son as I should say These people don’t care about us, it’s clear as day Our mind can never be full It’s our everlasting tool That we could use to make the man who lacks pride feel like a fool
Today in class we discussed Crisis Rhetoric. You're probably wondering, what in the rhetoric is that? Well it is consisted of 5 points. Those points include urgency(something needs to happen now!), crisis as reality(showing that the crisis is effective), dramatic characters(good v. bad), policy as morality(the right thing to do), and lastly, rhetorically generative(making someone out to be evil). We watched a video clip of former President Trump's speech on building the wall. Overall, he used a lot of Crisis Rhetoric in his speech.
Sometimes learning can be so boring! It could be so boring to where you fall asleep in class or lack attention. To me, virtual learning is very boring & it be hard for me to pay attention. Today, I was tired and it was hard to pay attention. I know my ancestors shed blood, sweat, & tears so we could even just read a book. That motivates me.
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