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Innocence

I can't hear you. My head is swimming through miles and miles of ocean, the water rushing into my ears and back out. I can't hear you over that. What are you saying? I'm trying desperately to concentrate on just your voice through all the fog...
Try again.
"Are you okay?"
The hysteria threatens to take over, I fight to keep it down. Am I okay? That's an interesting question, one I don't know how to answer, so I nod my head yes. You look unconvinced. Worried. Scared? Caring...and I think of telling you, just for an instant.
I think of telling you I'm not okay, and that I'll never be okay agai

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My DarcyI could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. It was a quick but steady thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. In the dark of the hallway, I tried to catch my breath.
"It's ok. You can calm down," my voice shook. His body was slumped over mine, his head rested on my shoulder. I was still in shock, but I was starting to come out of it.

"For weeks I've tried not to do that. Weeks. My head and my heart were fighting with each other every day." He was still out of breath. I feared he might never come out of it.
"Why'd you wait so long?" I whispered. He pressed his forehead to mine, taking the pressure off my sh My Darcy
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Rebel's Summer"Ever have one of those days when you just don't care?" I asked, pitching the butt off my cigarette onto the blacktop. He'd been making his way toward me with the two remaining members of his gang, but at my words they stopped. He cocked his head to the side and raised his sunglasses to his head.
"Frequently." It sounded like a question. Like maybe he was questioning me about my question. We're a complicated group.

"Well I don't care today. Sometimes I wonder if I ever really care at all." I scoot closer to his feet and grab Ariah around the neck for a hug. Punkin licks my face clean of any and all make-up, and he c Rebel's Summer
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UnattainableI sometimes wear that old sweatshirt you gave me. Only sometimes. Only when I'm by myself and the pain of remembering is too much. That's when I wear it. Because it's a size too big, and yes, I like them that way, I can pull my arms inside the sleeves and pretend to be all wrapped up in you. Which is how it's always been I guess.

I'd see you from afar, knowing I couldn't have you but wanting it so bad it hurt to breathe. Everything I did, I did for you; did with you in mind. Everything I did, I did in the hopes that maybe one day you'd see me, and you'd know, as much as I did, that we belonged together. Our souls are too much al Unattainable
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~MizzMisery Nov 15, 2009, 2:05:48 PM

The indented section when the instructor said, “Go home and write a page tonight, And let that page come out of you - Then, it will be true” seems out of place in the poem. However, it sets the theme of the poem from the beginning; that the poem is the Hughes’ own, individual self in writing. The instructor’s words are out of place because they are not the author’s words. A part of Hughes’ life was dealing with racism, and struggling to let his voice be heard as a black man in 1951. This is evident throughout his poem. The line, “I guess being colored doesn’t make me not like the same things other folks like who are other races,” emphasizes his feelings of discrimination, especially because “not” is italicized. Another way Hughes portrays his personality in the poem is through rhythm. Parts of Theme for English B have a jazz-like beat, such as the line, “I hear you: hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk on this page… Me---who? Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love”. This jazzy beat gives the poem a easy flow and sets a pace that is beneficial to the reader.
The predominant themes in the poem are life, which is represented in the first stanza, and truth, represented in the second stanza. The last line, “This is my page for English B,” is seperate4 from the last stanza because ties the ending together and relates back to the purpose of the poem (portraying who he is).

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