Monday,January 12, 2009:
In class: you will have an essay test for practice.
Homework: Read For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf
Tuesday,January 13, 2009:
In class: We will discuss the choreopoem project
Homework: Write your first two choreo speeches.
Wednesday,January 14, 2009:
In class: You will share your choreopoem sections with your classmates and write a chorus scene together.
Homework: Write the next three choreo speeches
Thursday, January 15, 2009:
In class: You will share your choreo sections and start to put them together. Adding in the transitions and we will try to hear what sections are missing.
Homework: You should write three final sections and edit any sections discovered in class.
Friday, January 16, 2009:
In class: We will read the choreopoem aloud and evaluate it for success and where it could be improved.
Homework: Critical Analysis paper on Drama (additional handout for this Thursday).
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First two poems
~You make me complete ~
Baby, if you ever thought for one second that I took
your love for granted,
Think again.
How could I take your love for granted if it's what
made my whole life unbend?
I couldn't trust anyone before
Because everything they said were lies.
I wish I knew before that true love
Could push that all behind
I trust you with my heart
I trust you with my soul
I know no matter what happens,
You'll never let me go
To the end of eternity,
You will remain in my heart.
Nothing will take your love away from me
Or tare us apart
Baby.
Your love is what makes me believe
Your love is what keeps me going
Your love is what makes me, me
Plain and simple.
Your love makes me complete
Second Poem
I know I hurt you
But please believe me when I saw I'm sorry
I close my eyes and try to envision my life without
you
What do I see when I close my eyes?
Darkness ...
Complete and utter darkness
When I open my eyes my vision is blurred
Salty clear tear drops slide down my face
one ...
Ten ...
Hundreds
I’m in pain just trying to imagine myself without you
Believe me when I say I'm sorry
my words are sincere
What will tomorrow be without you?
Thinking about not being able to hold your soft hands,
Not being able to kiss your sweet lips ...
I can't live without that
My head is flooded with memories of us
Spending the summer in Knickerbocker park
Laughing while we pushed me on the swings while I
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Walking around the park a couple hundred times
Joking that my parents were Mexicans that crossed the
boarder
Betting you that you wouldn't wet me in the sprinklers
When I knew well you would
Laying my head on your lap as we relaxed on the bench
Kodak moments
Believe me when I say I'm sorry
I love you
UnbreakableI might be different physically.Yes I do have a disability,But who are you to strip me of my pride? Who are to say who I cannot be?Curious staring eyes will not change me.Whether you like it or not this is me. Don’t just stare like you get a kick out of it.Who do you think you are to try and bring me down?You’re no better then me don’t play the clown Who are you to laugh and make jokes?What gives you the right to try and break me?All the words you say just make me stronger,Dare to break me? Watch me stand up longer. So do not judge me, don’t try to break meDon’t you know you’re just wasting your time?Because I am who I’m going to be …I am who I want to be… I’m just me.
~Vacant~
Without warning, the short, tanned-skin, bearded man was gone.
Disappeared.
The thirty year old man whose smile
Use to brighten the darkest of night
with his sponky and often time goofy personality was gone.
No where to be found.
But didn't he hiss me good-night last night?
"Mommy? Where's dad?
He's suppose to take me to school this morning."
"He's working hunie."
Working.
The short, tanned skin little girl ran home from school that day with her predictable blue hat.
The blue hat her dad knitted with her.
As each minute passed, she became more impaitent while she sat near the door.
Half tuned into her favorite show -
The Big Comfy Couch.
"wheres dad, mom?"
Hesitation.
A deep breath.
"He had to leave for a little while."
Why were tears in her eyes?
"Wait ... leave?"
Leave.
As everything came tumbling down, realization hit her ...
The short, tan-skinned bearded man was gone.
Disappeared.
Where would her light be in the darkest of nights?
The next few weeks dragged ...
And so did the short tan-skinned little girl each day after school.
Still wearing her predictable blue hat
but no longer anticipating the arrical of her dad.
~My favorite poem Lauren~
Boys are the reason I am the way I am today.
Independent. Carismatic. Spontanious. And often times confused.
Why can't they be like a simple math equation.
One plus one equals two right?
Right?!
Funny thing is ... That seemingly "simple equation" isn't so simple after all.
One plus one doesn't in fact equal two.
I can thank Ms. Smith for that realization.
If I can't possibly olve this,
How can I solve the obstacles that are demanded from men.
Or should I say "boys."
Boys.
Dominating. Stubborn. Unpredictable.
Boys ...
Sweet caring. Trusting?
How can one boy make a woman feel all these emoions?
They are the reason I am the way I am today.
Struggling to break free.
Stressed with the fact that I'm always confused.
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