Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Marlboro Blue


Marlboro Blue – Benjamin Moore – HC-153
By FranciscoPS

Serious when he doesn’t have to be,
Witty when he doesn’t have to be.
Cigarettes lay in his closet,
But he doesn’t smoke
It’s funny how…
Ironic, somewhat

Seeding his thoughts,
He takes his time to harvest.
He wraps his mind around his thoughts,
Tight, as if to never let go.
He uses his time to think,
About his next move.

A light on the tip sets the fire,
Ashes gradually form from what he had,
And he makes use of what remains.
Ingesting his thoughts, consuming them
To the core as they slowly vanish
From what they were once.

Black clouds of grief
Hover over his head and thunder.
Soon after they disappear,
The storm seizes and
Everything is sound.

His emotions,
Aren’t cloaked by his success.
He sparks another fire,
And it all happens again.
Clouds over clouds over clouds.
Seize to be…

It’s funny how…
Ironic, somewhat
How he does not release any smoke.
Still, theres an addiction.



Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Where I'm From


I am from sports,
From Nike and Adidas
I am from the marble floors
(glistening and glistering, cold like ice)
I am from the blue skies
the clear seas
whose reefs I know 
to the core.

I am from the serious minded and the green-eyed,
from Pacho and Lucho
Perez-Salamero
I am from the seaworthy
and the craftsman
From Respect! And Listen!
I am from thank him and praise him.

I am from Panama and Valencia
Rice chicken and Paella
From the fire my Auncle 
set to himself,
the hair my father lost to his triumphs.

Above the mahogany wood
stand old memories,
a breeze of innocent times
to be revived by my imagination.
I am from those times,
which I keep in my heart.


Thursday, April 26, 2012

The Sea: Vast, Unexplored and Endless Life


Description:

The ocean is full of essence and opportunities just like the human life itself; like explorers, poets have the power to discover its beauty as well.



Synopsis:
 Poems that lure you to know more about life underwater.

Poetry:






Thursday, March 22, 2012

Shooting of Florida Teen-Ager

Shooting of Florida Teen-Ager
By Francisco PS
           
             A black man in a hoodie isn’t -shan’t- be any less or more threatening than a white man in a hoodie; however, according to Mr. Zimmerman’s actions, this isn’t true.
On Saturday night of February 26th, the death of 17 year old teenager Trayvon Martin resulted after George Zimmerman, 28, followed him from a store in the gated community he lived until the point where he shot Trayvon Martin.  There was no reason for Trayvon Martin’s death and it could’ve –should’ve- been avoided if the voluntary watchman, George Zimmerman, had obeyed the police officer’s orders to not assault the innocent and acquitted teenager who had only been at the store to buy some skittles and an ice tea his little brother had requested. 
Prejudice can easily lead to injustice if one acts against someone he does not know or understand. Racial prejudice is something related to the case since Mr. Zimmerman hadn’t reported any “suspicious” behavior until he noticed Trayvon Martin’s skin color: black. Now, ask yourself, would Mr. Zimmerman have shot the pedestrian if he had been white? If Mr. Zimmerman would’ve been black or Hispanic and the pedestrian white do you think they would’ve immediately sentenced Mr. Zimmerman to jail? With that in mind, I do believe that this case involved racial prejudice.
Individuals own the responsibility to protect and respect different cultures and races just as equal as their own: thus, George Zimmerman been a white Hispanic, he never had the right to assault Trayvon Martin for his “suspicious” appearance or anything he was holding in his hands. Anyone is innocent until proven guilty, Trayvon Martin wasn’t guilty of anything and he was just starting his life as a young adult; for this exact reason, Mr. Zimmerman hasn’t been brought to justice…. There is not enough evidence to sentence him to any amount of jail time even though we all know he is guilty and responsible for Trayvon Martin’s death.
Nobody to this point knows what was going around in Mr. Zimmerman’s head as he decided to shoot. When people fear what they don’t understand, they act without giving their actions any second views or thoughts to how it might affect others and or himself. Are we really that good of humans when we go around prejudicing, questioning, or assaulting others because of their race? We all have moral values, it doesn’t matter what race you are or what skin color you are made of, moral values are moral values and they derive from within one’s own self.
Gender also comes to play in this case, if Trayvon Martin hadn’t been a male, it would’ve been more probable for Mr. Zimmerman to have not assaulted him since it is always a bit more probable for men to commit more crime than women. Gender stereotypes relate to both women and men, it’s a stereotype to say that men commit more crimes than women, but it can still be true. Having said that, Mr. Zimmerman’s thoughts on a “suspicious” female pedestrian would´ve been different from his thoughts of a male; this is so since he wouldn’t really expect to come across a crime-committing woman.
A black man in a hoodie walks into a bar and everybody looks at him suspiciously, a few minutes later a white man in a hoodie does the same, but no one looks at him they way they looked at the black man… it’s wrong to prejudice, but then why do people do it? Why do they fear what they don’t understand? Why don’t they understand? He is just a person like everybody else and deserves to be treated the same way. About 50 years ago from now the Civil Rights leader Martin Luther King Jr. gave his speech, he had a dream, a dream that still – to this day- hasn’t become true. Trayvon Martin was innocent and he´s death was caused by the prejudice from a guilty man who still walks free in the streets, Martin Luther King Junior’s dream has obviously not become true, not even to this day.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Lesson 6: To Kill a Mockingbird

Well, today was a long and bizarre day here in Maycomb County. As I woke up in the morning I couldn't apprehend what had happened, Mrs. Radley had died... But at least it was snowing. It was snow! It was the first time in my life where I had seen snow, and it was really weird since the climate here is usually sweltering.

               As I got out of bed and fully assimilated the fact that it was snowing, Atticus told me and Scout that we wouldn't be going to school. As soon as we heard the good news, Scout and I conspired to build a snowman, but we were short on snow; I knew one of Scout's ideas was imminent, so I waited until she figured it out. Just as I thought would happen, Scout decided we should go ask Miss Maudie if she'd let us take her snow.

               After we had gathered what we thought was enough snow, we were wrong, the snow wasn't going to be enough to build our snowman. To avoid dissension between Scout and I, the idea of building the inside of the snowman with mud formed in my head. I meticulously walked over to the backyard to avoid stepping on the snow. With both of my arms I picked up as much mud as I could and carried it back to where Scout was curiously standing. 
              
               A few moments after Scout and I had finished our Mr. Avery replica, Atticus arrived home from work. Before noticing the extra detail we had added to the snowman, Atticus lionized me for having the idea of building the snowman with mud. He said it was really smart of me to have done so, but his feelings for the snowman quickly changed when he saw the dirty detail Scout and I had humorously added. He asked us to take it off and we did as he said.
              
               As time elapsed, night fell and covered the skies; it was to go to sleep. Awoken by in the middle of the night by Atticus, he ordered me to quickly get out of the house and head over to the Radley House. When I was exiting my house, Miss Maudies’ house was in total anarchy; flames were bursting through every window, and were quickly consuming the whole house. It was calamitous even from where I was standing… The feared Radley House.

Monday, March 5, 2012

The Secret Life of Bees Letter


Dear Rosaleen,

               Hello Rosaleen, this is Lily Owens... How have you been? I'm at Tiburon but I went to visit you and you weren't there! I really have to tell you that I miss you.
              
               Anyway, you won't believe what happened today, it's bizarre! Zach wants to get and he proposed today. He lionizes me now and he's always been meticulous now that he proposed, it’s only been a day and he already has me in shackles! Even though I knew it was imminent, I couldn't apprehend the fact that I was his fiancĂ© now; I'm so excited that he asked my heads in total anarchy... I can't focus on anything other than the sweltering weather that has been present these days.
              
               Well, enough about me. We have to get together some day; I haven't seen you since the year T. Ray came to get me at the Boatwright House. I arraign that we get together and have lunch some day, write to me as soon as you get this.

                                                                                         Yours,
                                                                                          Lily Owens

Thursday, January 19, 2012

"The Problem We All Live With" is a painting drawn by Norman Rockwell, this painting was drawn on an Oil on Canvas in the year 1964 when racism and segregation polluted the deep south. The painting illustrates a small African American girl that appears to be escorted by four white men whose head appears to be cut off from the illustration. On the walls of the setting, offensive and insulting words are inscribed into the enclosure like the word "nigger" and the horrid abbreviation "KKK". Other than the words and the men, a big red stain is visible on the dull concrete wall which I surmise was the result from a tomato that clashed against the wall; I believe the tomato was aimed at her.
Setting aside the Background, I can see an African American girl who is called Ruby Bridges. Ruby Bridges is known today as the first African American child to attend an all-white elementary school in the South. The school she went to was called William Frantz Elementary School located in New Orleans. She is very important not only in the African American History; she also plays a big part in the American History itself.
When I first saw the painting, I found it a bit odd until I decided to read more about it. My view about it is that I belief it's a whole chunk of history just in one drawing; it’s a symbol that stands for itself. Even though I personally would’ve never come up with such an elaborate work of art, we are lucky that Norman Rockwell did. I personally belief he illustrated this event because it shows the unnecessary racism that was directed to an innocent little girl who had done nothing wrong to aggravate the white men. I say “unnecessary racism” because racism is a complete disgrace towards anyone, at the end we all are the same, it does not make sense to harm one another just for the sake of them being different.