Reaction to picture.... Relating It to Human Trafficking

She was running quick, she was trying to flee from her captors, not much luck with that, they were bigger than her. She was kidnapped and put into human trafficking, at the young age of six, she thought there was nothing outside of that world, she thought, that was the way life was supposed to be; until she began hearing the talk of girls being 'rescued' from situations like hers. then she began remembering a time before she was kidnapped, although, she couldn't recall much, what she could recall, was a life much different. After she came to that realization, that life could be different, she began to plot her escape, she thought there was no way she could possibly leave, then she noticed that her captors had many loopholes in their system. She started to keep track of things in her head; where her captors slept, when were her captors asleep, and when was she not being monitored.

Dialogue 1. 1.27.11

So, I must admit I had a bit of trouble when it came to the dialogue, but half was because I wasn't paying attention to detail, but I feel happy with this one, and I reveal some of my true feelings in it, which I will bold.

titled.

"Silence From The Other End Of The Line"

I dialed my friends number, boy I did not want to deliver this news, she was going to be devastated but there was no changing my mind now

*Ring*Ring*Ring*….she picks up the phone, I swallow my nerves and talk  

“Hey, Best friend umm, you know about that trip I’m taking to Japan?” I wait for a moment, then I hear her cheery voice.

“Oh yeah, what about it? Have you decided who you’re taking with you?” I try to avoid the question the best I can.

            “Yes, yes I have.”

 “Well? Who is it!?!” here comes the moment, I had to break the news.

“My cousin.” I heard a deafening silence coming from the other end of the line.

“What, are you serious? After we literally plan this whole trip, and you take your cousin?” I’ve never heard my friend use that tone before, I was in deep stuff this time.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but don’t worry I’ll bring you stuff back, lots of stuff.”

“That’s not good enough, I already have my bags packed, why would you do this to me a week before the trip?” What could I possibly say?

“It was short notice, I know.”

“But, why? Why are you taking her instead of me? I mean to JAPAN of all places, somewhere that you know I’ve always wanted to go?” That was true, we both have, we’ve been talking about it for ages.

“Well, it would just be easier since we’re family, I don’t have to deal with her parents worrying about her, or even spend any extra money.” This was a lie, if at anything, bringing my cousin was going to cost more money.

“That’s cold. What are you trying to say? My parents are too uptight, like yours are perfect? That I’m too expensive to tag along? So sorry that my family doesn’t have all the money in the world.” Was everything I said wrong? Obviously, just like it had always been .

“No, no, none of that, I just thought it’d be in your best interests.” People, they’ve always been accusing me of things, twisting my words, when I was just voicing my opinion, trying to make things better, making them worse. Sometimes I believe I should sew my mouth shut, that way everyone would be happy.

“Well, guess what? You thought wrong, gosh, I can’t believe you had that much nerve, I can’t even look at you right now.” I thought of a smart comeback, considering we were speaking on the phone, she couldn’t see me anyways, but I simply said…

“Sorry.” There was nothing left to say, what’s the use in reasoning with someone whose mind is as closed as a locked door, some as stubborn as a bull. Silence from the other end of the line.  

Song.

The song I choose for class is "Piano Lessons" by Colin Munroe, I love every aspect of it, it mainly talks about following your dreams no matter what your critics to say, that it is possible to follow your dreams, your way, it tells his life story. It also tells a story of a girl, but I will let you listen for yourself.




Lyrics:
Don't bet on me I'm a long shot.
I'm a long shot

Maybe it's the fault of way I
was raised on my bed in my room til
I reached ninth grade all by myself
with days to dream away, yeah

It was there that I met keys and a drum set
in the basement, played them hot til I sweat
and due to this day

When I was ten they said,"Son go and take piano lessons,"
When I was twelve,"I said I'd take them no more."
They said,"Son you fail at life if you fail piano lessons."
I said,"So beat it and walked out the door."

Don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might bet a million to one.
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
But in a million i might be the one.
the one

I guess it was then that I said they were wrong
that I don't need these skills to help me write a song
I'm fine on my own.
So just stand by, watch me fail or watch me fly the
way i'm goin. Some day you'll sing along.

When I was ten they said,"Son go and take piano lessons,"
When I was twelve,"I said I'd take them no more."
They said,"Son you fail at life if you fail piano lessons."
I said,"So beat it and walked out the door."

Don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might bet a million to one.
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
But in a million I might be the one.
the one

Yup, and that's exactly what she was,
stroked the keys ever so gently with her fingers what she does.
Finesse is the perfect word to describe her manafescense
She was well after perfection at every piano lesson
and C's sounded like B's, B's sounded like A's
Carpal Tunnel told her to leave, but she wanted to stay.
Her friends said that was weak but she wanted to play.
This is what she wants to be, so every other day turned
into every night so those mistakes I once heard,
sort faded away like those corny friends of hers.
I know because I watched from outside the window
as she sat in front of that grand piano, her teacher
stood up and then he clapped
So proud of his pupil that wouldn't give into her haters
And shorty's playlist consists of Wolfgang Amadeus,
Mozart, Beethoven - yeah my baby havin fun.
But of course I had to scoop her out,
of a million she's the one.

So, Don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might bet a million to one.
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
But in a million I might be the one.

Don't bet on me, I'm a long shot.

Flyer. 1.23.11

Expressive Paper 1

The half drawn curtain moved again, I'm not sure how it keeps doing that, it was not a windy day and I did not have have my fan nor air conditioning on, I assumed it was the cat frolicking in the window pane again, but the cat was taking a nice little nap on my pillow. I really wish the curtain would stop, originally I had it closed, I didn't want it open, I didn't want to see the outside world, no, not with the evil that its beings seem to carry around in their hearts. I wanted to sit peacefully in my room listening to the smooth sounds of reggae, but my mother opened up my curtain earlier in the day and it hasn't stopped moving since. i suppose I could close it again, but what good would that do, not much, the curiosity is killing me though. What is moving my curtain, maybe a rodent, or maybe a spider, did i really want to see what was behind the curtain? Well, either way, it was now or never, I took a breath and got up, I stood in front of the curtain examining its uniqueness, it was passed don to me from my grandmother, from a time I wished I could have seen, I stopped my hesitating  and hastily whisked the curtain back, nothing. I close it again, to my surprise it started to move again, this time I was going to catch what was disturbing me, this time I gently peel the curtain back, and from behind the curtain a light was shining, a light brighter then I had ever seen. I was curious to know, was it tangible? I'd never know if I didn't reach, I reached my hand through the light , it felt as if some part of it was rejuvenating me, I wanted more, so I reached my other hand in, not quite sure of what I was reaching for; all I know is, I saw that light and I wanted it, i love the way it made me feel, and it was beautiful. I stepped back and shut the curtain, this light was mine, but should I share it or keep it a secret, I felt like a child again, I had the best toy, and therefore would allow no one to take it, I opened my curtain again and jumped in the light, full force, revealing to me an outside world that i had not yet seen. I couldn't believe it, I was happy, I saw the world how it should be, I saw it with the innocence of a newborn, for within the light, my heart had been mended. I carried naivety on my shoulders, the expressions on the once lifeless faces I had seen were now sincere smiles, I looked out and saw an ocean, palm trees, and a sun, not the sun, a sun. A sun that protruded the light i had jumped into, where was I? Where had the light led me, am I dead? Where am I, I begin to panic, my lungs constrict, I fall and begin to spasm, was anybody out there? My eyelids draw shut, my heart races, my eyes open. The curtain is shut, it was just a dream?