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Discovering Your Destiny
By Carla TaylorSIUC & LOC Lesson PlanMAT of Education-EDU 550
Langston Hughes1902-1967I, too, sing
America
I am the darker brother.They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,But I laugh,
And eat well,And grow strong.
Tomorrow,I'll sit at the table
When company comes.Nobody'll dare
Say to me,"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed,--I, too, am America.
Maya Angelou1928-
Still I Rise
You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your
hatefulness,But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shameI rise
Up from a past that's rooted in painI rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously
clearI rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I riseI rise
I rise.
Luis Rodriguez1954-
They are night shadowsviolating borders;
fingers curled through chain-link fences,hiding from infra-red eyes,
dodging 30-30 bullets.They leave familiar smells,
warmth and soundsas ancient
as the trampled stones.
Running to America.
There is a womanin her finest
border-crossing wear:A purple blouse from
an older sister, a pair of wornshoes from a church bazaar.
A tattered coat from a former lover.
There is a childdressed in black.
Fear sparkling fromdark Indians eyes;
clinging toa beheaded Barbie doll.
And the men,some hardened, quiet.
Others young and loud.You see something like this
in prisons.
Soon they will crosson their bellies; kissing
black earth.
Running to America.
Strange voiceswhisper behind garbage cans,
beneath freeway passes,next to broken bottles.
The spatter of words,textured and multi-colored,
invoke demons.
They must run to America.
Their skin,color of earth,
is a brandfor all the great ranchers,
for the killing floorson Soto Street,
and as slaughterfor the garment row.
Still they come.A hungry peoplehave no country.
Their tearsare the grease
of the bobbing machinesthat rip into cloth
that makes clothesthat keep you warm.
They have enduredthe sun's stranglehold,
el corrito,foundry heats
and dark cavesof mines
hungry for men.
Still they come,wandering bravely
through the thicknessof this strange land's
maddening ambivalence.
Their cries are singedwith fires of hope.
Their babies are bornwith a lion
in their hearts.Who can confine them?
Who can tell themwhich lines never to cross?
For the green rivers,for their looted gold,
escaping the blood of a landthat threatens to drown them,
they have come,running to America.
Running to America
Eminem1972-
Lose Yourself
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There is vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and
readyTo drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loudHe opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking, how? Everybody's joking nowThe clock's run out, time's up, over BLOW!
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no he won't have it
He knows his whole back's to these ropesIt don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke, He's so sad that he knows
When he goes back to this mobile homeThat's when it's back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody, better go capture this moment And hope it don't collapse on him
You better lose yourself in the musicThe moment you own it you better never let it go,
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo.
TuPac Shakur1971-1996
In the event of my Demise when my heart can beat no more
I Hope I Die For A Principle or A Belief that I had Lived 4
I will die Before My Time Because I feel the shadow's
Depth so much I wanted 2 accomplish
before I reached my Death I have come 2 grips with the
possibility and wiped the last tear from My
eyes I Loved All who were Positive
In the event of my Demise
In the Event of My Demise
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