Author: laticedaniels97

Latice Daniels

Lip stick vs chapstick

Tired of these wet bodily fluids running down my eyes, rushing towards the finish line which happens to be my cheeks. ..

Blood shot red eyes I can’t even seem to hide. ..

I’m hiding from reality …

I drift off to present time . ..

This gorgeous being constantly insults what god made me to be …

but I want her life. ..

My self esteem lowers and gets trapped as if it was never was a part of my body..

it’s somewhere stranded in the atmosphere with my dignity, looking for a body to connect to ..

My imagination travels through time … with given instructions from my emotions…

I cautiously look at my reflection through my own puddles of tears , but wait just a second ….

I see silky blonde hair. ..

What does she see ?? …

Someone who isn’t valued in this country ..

An alien ..

pigment on the skin I wear …

Someone who’s constantly laughed down on in today’s society for being different ..

Different tongues spoken…

Unique unfitted clothing ..made from blood sweat and someone else’s tears …

Traditional food which the smell resigns around the outside of my skin ..

Finding comfort on my clothing ..

She who judges my phenotype hides behind thick but precise made rose red lips & cotton soft blonde hair …

Times I find myself lost ..

I rather trade in reality for a role

A spontaneous being is who I teleport myself to act as.

Similar to the being she looks like.

I just give up my chance to feel,

just to drown it within a mask …

It swims to the bottom and dismisses itself from my body

 

Along with acting and what you would call pretending forms creation.. . .

My mis happiness and her cruelty forms a unique collaboration.

 

How can a house be called a home to an immigrant ?

In the play “ Anon(Ymous)”, by Naomi Iizuka , a young refugee known as anon searches for his mother as they are separated at sea from an unnamed war. This motivated character migrates through unknown locations filled surrounded by  war like areas and encounters a wide variety of people . Some of the people he met during his long journey were filled with love,  but some were dangerous and sneaky.

As an undocumented alien moving around city to city or country to island , having to adapt to new customs every time you blink seems to always remind you back of home. These people don’t just migrate out of fun.Immigrants typically flee their country because of persecution, war / disasters and even for a better lifestyle.There is a wide variety of reasons to leave home for these people,  Some people emigrate to avoid starvation.Some seek adventure. Others wish to escape unbearable family situations. Still others desire to be reunited with loved ones.(Bryant, 1)

 

As you migrate you look for things that remind you of home to make you feel comfortable.One effective scene involved Anon and Pascal explaining memories of home and family. From the passage we seem to sum up that Pascal and Anon come from two totally different cultural backgrounds and have many powerful experiences throughout life, but the taste of home cooking or a familiar smell is customary to both. Both of these characters  remember a different kind of home, but the feeling of home is identical and easily detectable.

In the passage ritu says “ Where do you come from, stranger?” , Anon the characters that searched for his mother replies, “ I’m from all over”.(Lizuka ,70) As an immigrant no place could possibly be called a home,  a house is something permanent not temporary. A home is something you could return to and it be the same as when you left it. Before 1920, about 30 percent of all immigrants from the United States later returned to their native country. Today, about 15 percent return home. Some immigrants intend to stay in a new country temporarily and then go back home. But others go back because they find adjusting to a new society too difficult.( Bryant,1)

It’s not easy having to start somewhere as a brand new being.The values, social norms, and traditions in another country may be very different from beliefs about “how things should be” in the country where a person was born and raised.

When individuals move to another culture, they naturally carry their own background and life experiences with them, and these shape how they perceive and adjust to their new location. For instance, some of these diverse beings may find an American classroom easy to adjust to, while others may struggle significantly in this area. This puts the person trying to adapt to a new setting on a “Culture shock” . This is a common experience that describes the feelings of entering an unfamiliar culture. Keep in mind that not everyone has the same reactions to cultural adjustment and may experience the symptoms of culture shock in varying degrees, and at different times. Some people become extremely homesick while getting to know the new area.(Texas,1).

 

You can’t adjust yourself to just any place , in contrast a house provides a  roof over your head around neighbors you knew your entire life, a home is the smell of a family recipe in the morning and rooms filled with memories.immigrants don’t have the luxury of living around loved ones and being at home comfortably. Some immigrants were brought to a new land against their will. From the 1500’s to the 1800’s europeans shipped black Africans to the Western Hemisphere as slaves.(Bryant,1). They were brought here and had to make the best of the situation.They had to create a community and within that community exchange and or develop the same language, customs, foods, interests, and important beliefs and values. (Donley, 1) .

But what if you can’t adapt fully ? .You can live satisfied in a house that doesn’t feel like home. To be a home, it needs to feel like a place you belong.  A place you feel at peace, no stress can enter while you’re relaxing Comfortably. A home reflects your personality, so it stands to reason that people like you will also like being in your home.( Owyong,1). Some people, as they move through their lives, rediscover home again and all over again. Some people never find another after once leaving home. (Klinkenborg,1)

 

Citations

 

Bryant, Joyce. “Immigration in the United States.” 99.03.01: Immigration in the United States, teachersinstitute.yale.edu/curriculum/units/1999/3/99.03.01.x.html.

Donley, Susan k. “Education: Heritage Discovery Center.” Push and Pull of Immigration: Letters from Home – Johnstown Heritage Discovery Center,

Iizuka, Naomi. Anon(Ymous): a Drama. Playscripts, 2010.

Klinkenborg, Verlyn. “The Definition of Home.” Smithsonian.com, Smithsonian Institution, 1 May 2012, www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/the-definition-of-home-60692392/.

Owyong., Chris. “House vs. Home.” Re:Focus, blog.startwithwhy.com/refocus/2010/02/house-vs-home.html.

www.jaha.org/edu/discovery_center/community/peopling_pa02.html.

“A Guide for International Students.” Cultural Adjustment, Texas University, cmhc.utexas.edu/cultureadjustment.html.

I think Naomi Lizuka research struggles refugees faced moving around to new locations. Some preparations the actors had to do while performing this play might be mediation or practing getting in the shoes of a spiritual immigrant. The three things that grab my eye in the play is the sense of not knowing the location, partial romance and the possibility of parts being un realistic. Research like this can help me understand rhetorical choices because by further educating myself in the topic Ill be able to analyze it diffrently.

Drawing the Best of both worlds

By Latice Daniels

Eng 102

I smell a skunk like smoke making its way through my vents…..

How hypnotizing they all think……

.I see the amount of lighters which found themselves by the foot of my door way.

They crawl !towards me but I feel no sort of temptation

. As I try to do homework I notice narcotics were making up the oxygen in the air without me physically putting my lips on the substance

I inhale it to survive…

Sometimes it feels unrealistic ..

I’m living the dream of a nightmare, but only sometimes. …..

I could write like a beautiful poet having you visualize…

I could just put you in my shoes and have  you physically see my hood …

the walls I’m covered within ..

You would smell the kennedy fried chicken  

see some unsanitary roads and sidewalks field with trash  and feel like you’re part of the nightmare you won’t be able to wake up from

or I could have you read the standard form of my literature cause I’m writing this outside of college

No I’m not a poet just someone who’s been through hell and back.

One day I’ll write a novel . .. just to tell my story.

Let me stay on track .

I seem to have ….

 

all these distractions but I still remain calm and humble…..

I just gotta fight society and earn my doctorate degree ..

I cautiously whisper to myself…

I don’t have a row of zeros in my bank account but I sure do have confidence….

This government owned listing  is .. …..

…..    …     .. what I call home but not for long…

it’s just a temporary situation i’m facing that’s infinitely creating its own obstacles.

Day by day I maneuver myself around the challenge…

…  gaining knowledge and gripping onto my strength

so I won’t weaken

I just have to win ,it’s the battle of humanity

.We must let go of the life that we have planned, so we can accept the one that is pending for us

. I can’t direct the wind to move south or west or put time on a freeze…

but I can adjust my sails to reach my destination.    

 I’m living two lives. . .

One minority …

one that I just am known as a number…

a zip code with the background of  southside queens….

a public assistance account number …

not even being known for being a citizen

… but the side of town I resign in.

I went from Ebt to Phd…

.My professor knows me differently they have no idea, the forces I fight every morning to just be present in class….

A smile can hide so much

sorrow and

regret….

I’m surrounded by negative energy and lazy minds.

I cant let people pull me into their storms….

I  just pull them into my tranquility.

In the game of life being less diverse

It’s  just simply the result of less options

I’m glad I could always switch it up

My flow is out of this world .

I use my street knowledge to deal with situations and my book smart to pass classes to better myself …..

Isn’t that something ..

I don’t consider myself a poor deprived ghetto who made great ….

I consider myself an inspirational individual

who from an early age knew I was in charge of myself, and ..

needed to change the way my race is looked upon in society

I wanna see less teenage pregnancies and more vows being exchanged….

will that happen within my race? Less children not knowing if their sperm donor will support them or tend for them…

Less gender reveal parties to teens  who aren’t even in a stable relationship.

In the event that I didn’t form my existence..

at that point despite everything

..  i’d be in the ghetto where individuals like me should remain and never move from

You need to dream out of the bad dream

. I was delivered on june for a reason.

My purpose for existing is not just to survive, but rather to flourish…

and to do it with some energy, some empathy, some diversion, and some style

Keep your face dependably toward the daylight and shadows will fall behind you

I looked the other way as they floated continuously around me

In some messed up situations my inner peace controls my brain…

It guides

me sometimes I attempt to respond back

my lips vibrate ..

and nothing comes out. ..

I can’t even stoop down to someone else’s level I remain on my own..

. Ignorance can’t change my purpose in life …

Achievement isn’t measured by cash or power or social status. Achievement is measured by your schooling which gives you new knowledge to teach others and  maintain inward peace.

Online networking is changing the way we convey and the way we are seen…

both emphatically and adversely

Each time you post a photograph, or refresh your status, you are adding to your own advanced impression and individual brand

I cannot contribute to anything less of a scholar. .

Don’t diss the caterpillar

and aspect to be around when it blooms into a butterfly .

Don’t underestimate me from my texture. ..

 

1. Did I list the main points in a clear way?
2. Did I make you visualize my setting?
3. What type of poem do you think this was ?
4. Was my opening statement and my last sentence connecting to my main idea?
5. Does the name sum it all up?

I smell a skunk like smoke making its way through my vents. How hypnotizing they all think.I see the amount of lighters which found themselves by the foot of my door way.They crawl towards me but I feel no sort of temptation . As I try to do homework,  I notice narcotics were making up the oxygen in the air, without me physically putting my lips on the substance, I inhale it to survive. Sometimes it feels unrealistic , I’m living the dream of a nightmare, but only sometimes.

All these distractions but I still remain calm and humble, I just gotta fight society and earn my doctorate degree; I cautiously whisper to myself. I don’t have a row of zeros in my bank account but I sure do have confidence.This government owned listing is what I call home but not for long, it’s just a temporary situation i’m facing that’s infinitely creating its own obstacles. Day by day I mannover myself around the challenges, gaining knowledge and gripping onto my strength, so I won’t weaken.I just have to win ,it’s the battle of humanity.We must let go of the life that we have planned,  to accept the one that is pending for us. I can’t direct the wind to move south or west or put time on a freeze but I can adjust my sails to reach my destination. I’m living two lives. One minority , one that I just am known as a number, a zipcode with the background of  southside queens  and a public assistance account number, not even being known for being a citizen but the side of town I resign in. I went from Ebt to Phd .

My professor knows me differently they have no idea, the forces I fight every morning to just be present in class.  A smile can hide so much sorrow and regret. In the game of life being less diverse is simply the result of less options. I’m glad I could always switch it up. My flow is out of this world .I’m brilliant, street smart and book smart isn’t that something.I don’t consider myself a poor deprived ghetto who made great. I consider myself an inspirational individual who from an early age knew I

was in charge of myself, and needed to change the way my race is looked upon in society. I wanna see less teenage pregnancies and more vowels being exchanged , will that happen within my race? Less children not knowing if there sperm donor will support them or tend for them.

In the event that I didn’t form my existence at that point despite everything i’d be in the ghetto where individuals like me should remain and never move from. You need to dream out of the bad dream. I was delivered on june for a reason.My purpose for existing is not just to survive, but rather to flourish; and to do it with some energy, some empathy, some diversion, and some style. Keep your face dependably toward the daylight and shadows will fall behind you. I looked the other way as they floated continuously around me .In some messed up situations my inner peace controls my brain. It guides me sometimes I attempt to respond back ,my lips vibrate and nothing comes out. I can’t even stoop down to someone else’s level I remain on my own. Ignorance can’t change my purpose in life .

In my point of view achievement isn’t measured by cash or power or social status. Achievement is measured by your teach and inward peace. Too many influences on the young minds are taking control.Online networking is changing the way we convey and the way we are seen, both emphatically and adversely. Each time you post a photograph, or refresh your status, you are adding to your own advanced impression and individual brand. I cannot contribute to anything less of a scholar. Don’t diss the caterpillar and aspect to be around when it blooms into a butterfly . Don’t underestimate me from my texture.