I Never Saw a Another Buttery: It All Depends Pn How You Look at It

It All Depends On How You Look At It, is personally an amazing poem with so much hidden meaning. Many of the things that the author says can be interpreted into pleanty of positive and negative meanings. I feel like this poem was more emotional that many of the others.

Jumped In

Jumped in by Patrick Flores-Scott, is a young adult fiction novel about a teenage boy named Sam that struggles socially. Being left with his grandparents by his mother, he has learned to distance himself from others. He’s known by as the unknown class slacker. He has also always obeyed his seven rules until a Mexican cholo by the name Luis transfers and changes all of that. One of the all the classes they have together makes more of an impact than any other, English. As the poetry slam is around the corner, they are partnered together. I personally loved this book because there is so much suspense and emotion within the text. Also, there are a couple of major plot twists. Yes, in the beginning a lot of the conflict and the characters seem a little dull but, by the end I was in tears. This books shows a perspective of a young stereotyped Mexican teenager could be someone they no one expected. You can truly feel the bond of the two boys grow together. If you would like more information on this book or on the writer click here.

The Sun and Her Flowers

The Sun and Her Flowers, a poetry book written by Rupi Kaur is about her personal life and experiences. This book is has only five chapters. Wilting, falling, rooting, rising and blooming.
All of these words have a connection to flowers. Wilting, when a flower becomes limp. Falling, when  the pedals of a flower fall. Rooting, when a flower is bringing to grow its roots to support itself to the ground. Rising, when a flower is starting to grow. Finally, blooming, when a flower begins to show its petals and grow into a fully grown flower. In each chapter she uses poetry to connect0 the life of a flower to her personal issues with relationships. In every chapter there is a different perspectives of personification. One of my favorite parts of this book is a poem that’s in the Blooming chapter. “We need more love — not from men — but from ourselves — and each other” This part of the book is personally my favorite because for a very long time women have depended on men for many of their wants but what the author is trying to say is that we first need to love ourselves as we are then love and respect other women. To see the rest of Rupi Kaurs work, such as her photography, writing, etc. please visits this link.

The First Part Last

The First Part Last, a fiction young adult novel by Angela Johnson. There are plenty of books about how young mothers are left alone to raise a child on their own because the father is absent. But this  book is about sixteen year old Bobby, and his struggles of being a single father. The chapters switch off from “then” and “now” which is equivalent to before and after Feather (his daughter) was born by his girlfriend, Nia. From the beginning of the pregnancy, he and Nia had both decided to give the baby up for adoption but after an immeasurably painful moment in Boobys life makes him change his decision. I personally enjoyed this book because it gives you emotions from before and after his life changing experience. Also because unlike other books, it shows the perspective of a single teen and his experiences as a single father. Read this book to find out some of the struggles that Bobby have to face daily. To read more about the book visit http://www.simonandschuster.com/books/The-First-Part-Last/Angela-Johnson/9781442403437

Life.

Born into a bad neighborhood? Good luck because once you are born, you’re born into a cycle that the government places on you. Have fun making it out of the projects or the hood and the ghetto. Ive first hand seen what living that life does to you. I have friends trying to make it out but the only opportunities they are given are selling drugs or gangbanging. Even my father. Started smoking at age fifteen, and is still continuing. It’s different if you are born in Plainfield or Romeoville. You are treated with respect from the begging. No mistreatment. No issue. No discrimination. You are shown pride when you say you are from a fairly wealthy neighborhood. If you switch the roles and say you from Pilsen, Little Village, or Cicero you are automatically judged and treated differently. Again, I have seen this first hand. I’m not claiming I am coming from one of these neighborhoods, I have family that does. My Tia Jacky, her two kids, in the middle of a drive by. Then my Tia Lisi. Telling her younger sister Mindy that something is wrong with her so Lisi can take the medication. Lisi’s daughter, Thali. Fourteen drinking, parties, smoking. My mother. Pregnant by twenty-one by a Cicero  gangbanger. She never got to finish school and all she wanted it better for me. This is where the cycle begins again. I’m starting to fail her, smoking, drinking, staying out late, bad grades, disrespecting my body. Everything that I’ve done has had a negative impact on her. I’ve taken so many years, so many smiles, so much time off of her life.

When I Was Greatest

When I Was Greatest. A teen fiction book by Jason Reynolds, is about Allen “Ali” Brooks who resides in Brooklyn, New York and shows the representation of being a brother to someone. As months quickly turn into years, Roland “Noodles” James then later in the book meets Needles  which are brothers. The three get close quickly even though Ali doesn’t know much about Noodles past or family, they understand each other. The “three bind mice”  go to a party and things very quickly escalate from there. Conflict between the once a upon a time brothers Ali and Noodles begins. An interesting part of this book is when Ali’s father starts becoming more interactive with Ali’s mother Doris and sister Jaz. Read this book to find out how far a teenager Ali will go to take care of the brothers Noodles and Needles.

The Perfect Relationship.

The perfect relationship. Not a relationship between me and a partner, but between me and a parent. The perfect relationship between my mother and I. The perfect relationship between my mother and I would be the total opposite of the relationship we have at the moment. The perfect relationship between us would be communication; being able to talk to each other back and forth with understanding and peace. Understand; being respectful with each of our mistakes and issues. Not having to worry about going home. Not having to worry about being the messenger between her and my father. For her to be happy. For me not to disappoint her over, over, and over again like I have done multiple times. For her to understand that I love her no matter where I end up or what mistakes I’ve made. To not blame herself for the things I have done/will do.