Our Identity

Jesus Colon

Jesus Colon is a Portuguese man who met a white lady with 3kids and a suitcase. He wondered what to do... The white lady and him was getting off in the same stations. He was wondering what to do. Should I help her? Should I not help her? What would she do if I go and help her?

Jesus Colon was full of regret after he left the lady, he just thought she will shout, scream, mad at him for a BLACK man trying to help! He regrets it. He thinks that he should have at least tried to help. Ask maybe? Then he wouldn't live in regretting mind forever in his heart.

Racist is one of the strongest and worst thing ever. Because of looks, they have to be treated different like a man in 'Man in the island.' Getting hurt, can't to anything else, illuminated from everything. Always being watched from someone. I would be like him if I was in that part. I would just walk away because of the fear that I am black.

The victim is Jesus Colon, who try to be nice and helpful but tightened by a chain called black. There looks doesn't show their personalities, looks doesn't show their spirit. He have rights to do things that he wants to do. Sometimes humans are alone, lonely in the world, smiling at outside, crying in inside. They have to do what they don't want to. So why don't you do things that you want to? Why don't you do things that is right?

What Do We Do with a Variation?

What do we do with a difference?

Do we stand and discuss its oddity

or do we ignore it?

Do we shut our eyes to it

or poke it with a stick?

Do we clobber it to death?

Do we move around it in rage

and enlist the rage of others?

Do we will it to go away?

Do we look at it in awe

or purely in wonderment?

Do we work for it to disappear?

Do we pass it stealthily

Or change route away from it?

Do we will it to become like ourselves?

What do we do with a difference?

Do we communicate to it,

let application acknowledge it

for barriers to fall down?

James Berry

Will this? or not? This questions have power to make people hesitate. Ignorance is the people's fear. Jesus Colon had a same problem and regretted it forever until now. After that moment, he promised himself to do anything that he thinks it is right not according to the answer. Caring is sharing. Caring each other, just looking at each other's good sides, that is what makes us into a society.

Sad Reality

No Man is an Island

No man is an island entire of itself; every man

is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;

if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe

is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as

well as any manner of thy friends or of thine

own were; any man's death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind.

And therefore never send to know for whom

the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

This poem explains how people are combined... Like stacking cards. It rattles and rattles and end up falling. It sounds like one person, dying seems to be nothing.But it does matter. Maybe not to us but to the close people... It will feel like end of the world. This is happening all around the world. People who get noticed... People who doesn't... Just dying on the side. Not noticed. This Connects to the book called,'The Island' it is a story about a guy from the another island, arrested. Don't have rights to do anything. They just follow the rules, trying to learn the ropes, but, the ignorance and the word 'different' divides them from it. People are equal, just their faith changes it all.

2 Voice Poem

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89CcRXr0GBY

We could see the conflicts between Odysseus and Poseidon. Poseidon is cursing Odysseus as far as he can for killing his dear son, Cyclopes. I tried to show the conflict between them, who is feeling different even though they are in the same situation.

Odysseus

Poseidon

a strange island filled with rocks the War is over but the storms drives us to a map-less island regret the giant, I regret giving him wine A gift of thankfulness by eating us all up? many of my people devoured by Cyclopes Guzzling Gobbling Gulping Gorging sneaky wondering how to find a way to save myself and all my sailors We want to go home A sharp burning stick , cunning words stabbing his one eye with a burning stick Blinding him The screams, the painful howls Blind victory! surely we can go home

a strange island filled with rocks map-less island If they harm my son I will make them regret arriving on that island regret my son allowed strangers to enter his ...gloomy cave! many of those people many of those people are nothing but robbers raiders ransackers ravagers sneaky wondering how to punish the vermin That crafty Odysseus A sharp burning stick , cunning words treachery, ingratitude, blinding my son Oh my son The screams, the painful howls wake me from my ocean deep sleep Blind Victory they shall never reach home