What is America to You?
It is to me what you say it should be
You told me it is liberty, so it is liberty
You told me I am free, so I am free
You told me I am blessed to be born in America, so I know I am blessed
You told me to pledge allegiance to a flag, so I memorized the pledge and
planted it in my heart and when my 2nd grade class gets up each morning, I can proudly recite it from my brave heart.
You taught me the American dream and that is my goal
that is my art
I draw my house, my family, my dog, and color my grass bright green
Slavery and Jim Crow was the past and now I am free
No one can really bother me right?
Because it is My Liberty and My America
Yesterday, I went to East Harlem and was taking pictures. I took this here picture of a nun talking and afterward she asked me
Did you just take a picture of me?
Oh. I am not allowed to take pictures.
To which I wanted to reply I don’t really care. But just nodded.
She then proceeded to ask me to delete it!
I told her I would…after I put it on my computer. (I said the ending part under my breath).
I can understand if I asked her to pose for me, but I didn’t. I was just snapping. I probably would have taken the picture if she was not even there. But she does make the picture interesting.
But I didn’t tell you all she really said. After she asked me to delete it she said she was not allow to take pictures because she did not ask her master first!
And who’s your master, Jesus?
So, I then wondered in my head…Mary is your master but isn’t Jesus is God?!
My Sister reading ‘ If you give a Mouse a Cookie’ to the little ones.
We took a Saturday in the summer month to have a reading picnic. We spoke about our differences and the importance of being kind to everyone. The book that opened up everything is The Taste of Color Water By Matt Faulkner.
The entire summer I have been working with children, trying to keep up with the library children and devoting most of my time to Mary Mitchell, and now it is almost over. This Friday is the last day of summer camp at the Mary Mitchell. Then next two weeks after that I work with children from my church. (whew).
The summer has been a great experience and a learning one. I went places I have never been and even went ‘out of my self’ in ways I haven’t before. My imagination has grown or either I just used it more often. I know more about my surroundings and community. I even help out in my church in a different way. This summer I feel like I did not waste anytime but made sure and I am still making sure I do something positive with every minute that God has blessed me with.
Of all the things I feel really proud about this summer, I thank God and pat myself on the back the most for the children doing wonderful scrapbooks.
I had many plans and did not do everything I really wanted but I did keep up with the scrapbooks. There were some children who were very hard to work with. But in the end, every child had a book. The last day, I felt very tired but with the help of Prayer and my wonderful boss, I relaxed.
Everyday they wrote in their books about their activities. They also had a multitude of pictures that I took of them and their friends. And while sometimes I thought I was pulling teeth when I was forcing them to write, they had unbelievable excitement for books they were creating.
The last day they were more than ready to show their parents and take their books home.
So, someone died and the neighborhood made a very unique memorial. Instead of a bunch of candles together or a painting on the wall, they tied a white bicycle to the pole and decorated it with flowers and posted a note about riding in heaven. No guess that this person loved to ride the bike.
I visited the spot again and found out that the person died there.
The other night when my family went to Pathmark, after we finished shopping, we all went to haul down a Taxi. My brother asked a random guy if he was a Taxi driver and he said yes, even though I knew he wasn’t.
Reasons why I knew he was not a legit Taxi driver:
He was very generous.
He backed up his car into the sidewalk.
He got out and helped us with the bags.
He had a regular license plate.
His car was not a town car or regular ‘taxi’ car.
He had a ‘baby on board’ sign in the back.
So, we got in and he was pretty nice. The most impressing thing about this ‘Taxi’ driver was
he was a solider who just came back from the middle east.
And for whatever reason, he volunteered to take us home.
When I got out, I said
Now, I can tell everyone that a Solider drove me home.