Storytime (with some fun facts)

                                                           

  I feel like the most ferocious pain I felt when I was younger was caused by a wasp.  

  Hello lovelies, here’s a story time and some facts about a day I felt like I was dying.

First off, if you haven’t experienced a wasp sting then I’m really jealous of you, but then I also feel bad because the day you do get stung will be so horrible for you and like a wide awakening.

I was about 7 years old and was playing with my Monster High dolls on the living room floor, just minding my own business. I remember making them perform a cheerleading contest (best one ever by the way) when I rolled over to get up and I ended up feeling the harshest stabbing pain in my back. It was horrid, if I can describe it to you, I would say it felt like the pain when chomp down on your teeth when they’re hurting.  The pain was all in the nerves of my back, I literally wailed like a baby.  Then my sisters were over there panicking because they didn’t see anything or know what was wrong with me, I mean, I didn’t either, but they made it no better.  

I could feel the bump forming in the middle of my spine almost, my sisters literally had to carry me to my mom and put ice on my back.  They kept asking me what happened, and I kept telling them I didn’t know, and I started to explain what happened when we started hearing a loud buzzing noise coming from the other room.  My mom went to check it out and then she came back shaking her head and said: Welp, I’m sorry, it looks like we have a wasp situation. That was the day I discovered the enemy.  

                                    This is the John Wick of wasps.  

The Sphecius Speciosus 

These wasps are some big wasps, they can grow to about 2 inches and they’re mostly found in the Rocky Mountains. Now, I’m no bug expert nor am I a big lover of bugs, but I’ve learned some interesting things about these creatures, some from google and some information from YouTube.   Google says these wasps rarely harm people unless aggravated but they usually fly away when swatted at.  The Animalcorner.com also explains that “If handled roughly females will sting, males will jab with a sharp spine on the tip of their abdomen, and both sexes are well equipped to bite with their large jaws” and after that’s about it.  

Now, this Youtuber named Jordan Howlett a.k.a., jordan_the_stallion8 explains that they’re much more vicious than that.  He explains that from his research he learned that if you become rivals with these persistent bugs, it’ll be a problem.  The hornets can survive about 10 minutes fully submerged in water and if there’s even a drop of air in that water they can survive for weeks.  He also says they have photographic memory.  He claims there have been stories of people seeing these bugs camp outside of their houses waiting like assassins after encountering them.   They also allegedly report back to their colonies about any danger they come to face with, and that anger is a good thing because they’re supposed to live longer when they’re angry.  I don’t know, but the explanation sounds very interesting.  I mean, imagine if you were to get stung by one of these; what would you even do? 

Anyway, this is the wasp that stung me: 

Paper wasps 

These are the average house wasps.   Even though their stings hurt very painfully and cause irritations and swelling, they’re mostly harmless.  Paper wasps mostly just fly around and scrape wood from your house and outbuildings to make their nest.   I don’t know how one got into our house, or why it decided to sting me while I was making Clawdeen do flips, but it made me very upset.   

Ya’ll, I didn’t know where this blog was going, but thank you for trusting the process. 

(Somewhat Classical) Music, My Favorites.



For this blog, I was deciding whether to share another underrated band or share songs from my (sort of) classical playlist. So I chose this.  When I say classical, I don’t just mean Mozart, Bach, and Beethoven. I pretty much mean songs without words, or in some cases, really soothing songs in different languages.

I usually use this playlist while reading, or writing, because having other words in my head as I’m reading or writing can be difficult. So without any more to say here are my favorite (sort of) classical songs.

First off, the playlist is called Silent Dialogue. I named it that because I feel that songs without words can often tell a story. 

 

Starting from the bottom of the seven.

 

 

Gnossienne No. 1 by Erik Satie

#7) Gnossienne No. 1 Erik Satie

This song gives off major antagonist vibes, and I always find it entertaining to listen to this when writing the dialogue of a villain in my story. It’s mainly piano, and quite slow, but it makes up for it by its dramatic atmosphere. 

The Legend of Ashitaka by Joe Hisashi in Princess Mononoke

#6) The Legend of Ashitaka Joe Hisaishi

This song is from my favorite Studio Ghibli movie, Princess Mononoke. It’s a wonderful masterpiece of string music. (I can’t tell which instruments, but if I had to guess, maybe cello, violin, and flute? I’m not sure. But all the same, it really is wonderful. 

Just Give Me One More Day by Alej

#5) Just Give Me One More Day Alej 

 

I’ve mentioned this song before in a previous blog. It’s a magnificent piece on the piano which spirals and swirls leaving you with a sense of curiosity. I highly recommend this song to anyone who loves classical music. When reading, I often pick a song to read the entire book to, for instance, I read “The Shining” while listening to the Shining theme song. I read “The Giver” While listening to this song. 

Where is My Mind by Your Movie Soundtrack

#4) Where Is My Mind (piano version)  Your Movie Soundtrack 

This is a song turned classical, it used to be a low rock sort of song, but someone took the bass and turned it into a piano solo. Which in my opinion is so much better. I listened to this song a lot when I had a job in Hattiesburg, but it’s been a while since I listened to it on repeat. Still its one of my favorite songs on piano. 

The Princess by Brandon Boone in Slay the Princess

#3)  The Princess Brandon Boone

I can’t begin to explain how amazing this song is. I could listen to this song on repeat for hours, and I have. It originally stems from a game called “Slay The Princess”. And Like the song, I could not recommend it enough. In the game, you have to literally decide to save or slay the princess. Sounds easy enough, but it’s infinitely more complicated the more you play. 

If you’re sensitive to blood and gore, I would advise caution before playing. 

#2) Dark Souls – Gwyn, Lord Of Cinder – Theme Song Geek Music 

Ok, this one might come across as surprising, but its a really good piano piece from a mind-boggling RPG game called Dark Souls. I’ve tried so many times to beat it, but I don’t have the skill. Still, I try.  But Dark souls has been known for their successful games throughout the years. 

#1) Mia & Sebastians Theme song – Piano Version Your Movie Soundtrack 

My #1 classical song changes from time to time, but currently, this song hits hard. I didn’t like the original, so I found one that was softer by an artist I already liked.  This song is more somber and soft, which makes for a good repeat song. And… Yeah, it’s from La La Land. Might be a little 

 

Thank you for reading. I adore classical music, and I hope to find more to share in the future. 

 

Randomness pt3

I love telling random stories. This might become a series. Enjoy.

My mom needs one of those bumper stickers that says, “please be patient student driver.” I have a perfectly good explanation for this, I promise. I actually have a story for this. I was in my kitchen looking at my fridge which is COVERED with fridge magnets that my mom has collected from all over the US and Canada, when my mom walked in. I don’t know why but the magnets reminded me of those student driver stickers. I looked from the fridge to my mom and said, “You need one of those student driver stickers for your car.” she looked at me confused and said, “What? No I don’t! I’m a great driver! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I then proceeded to remind her of a couple of different things. For example, I reminded her about how when she was teaching my brother, Thomas, to drive, she taught him in her jeep which is a stick-shift. She told him the clutch was the gas, the gas was the break, and the break was the clutch. After Thomas stalled the jeep a couple of times he asked my mom if he got the pedals tight. Her exact response was, “I don’t know, let me get in the driver’s seat and see.” 

Next, I reminded her of the time she and my brother came up here to Brookhaven for something and we went to one of the pizza places. My mom was driving my brother’s car which also happens to be a clutch. As my mom was backing out of the space, the car started to roll forward. This is normal, Thomas’ car does that. It rolls forward like three inches then backs up. Thomas, however, forgot about this and started panicking about how our mom was going to crash the car he just got. After a little bit of bantering my brother asked if he could drive. My mom was hangry and said something like, “Thomas, I’m already here and I’m hungry and tired. Let’s just go.” Thomas agreed with her for about 30 seconds before she started backing up. Thomas yelled at her to stop the car because she was about to crash into another car that was coming up behind us. That was a fun night. 

Next, I reminded her of the time she tried to teach me how to drive. She also got the pedals mixed up for me. I told her she was wrong because I already knew which pedals were which. She said something like, “Oh f*** off” I then started the jeep and put it into first great and started driving around an empty parking lot. She told me to go a little faster and go into second gear. I did. Then she told me to turn. I did. As soon as I turned she said, “WOW HOLY S*** SLOW DOWN!” me being me, I replied with, “Slow down?!? You told me to go that fast and then turn!”. 

Another story I reminded her of was when it was the summer before I went into 4th grade. For some reason my mom decided to go to Target which was 45 minutes away instead of Walmart which was 15. As we approached Target she kept talking to herself asking where the entrance to get into the parking lot was. I told her and pointed it out. She said that wasn’t it because it was too far away from the actual store. After about 6 trips around the block, lots of cursing (from my mom), and my mom telling me not to be a backseat driver, she finally took the turn I told her to. We arrived at Target shortly after. When we got there I said, “See, I told you so.” she replied with, “You’re grounded.”

Last but not least, I reminded her of the time when I was about three, we were leaving Hobby Lobby. We got into the jeep and she turned her head around to start backing out of the spot. She pressed the gas and the jeep went forward. She hit a lamp post. 

I ended my stories by saying to her, “You need one of those stickers.” She said, “I…Well…” and walked away in defeat.

Part 4

Here is part 4 to the project that I am working, I currently have another blog in the works but due to just the insane amount of assignments I have this week I have decided to put in my fourth installation of this story that I have been writing for my blog. (Adding a note here, if y’all want me to keep adding to this pls tell me, I already have a few more installations ready) 

I never realised my house looked like a nightmare when I left it | Fandom

“Where the hell is everyone?” Otto uttered.

“What, there should be someone here” John muttered to himself

“I don’t know what’s going on but I’m sure as hell not going in there,” Otto said.

 

While their confused demeanor was one of a great extent it was not one that lasted very long, for as soon as they sat back, awaiting further instruction while simultaneously attempting to forget what had happened just minutes earlier, they heard a scream let out from inside the house.

“Someone please, help me.”  

 

These screams of distraught were low and raspy, yet the voices somehow boomed throughout the confines of the ambulance. An eerily similar voice to that of the one over the transmitter, even the static was still apparent, not from the radio but from the voice coming from the house.

“We have to go in, cmon” John stated abruptly, already climbing out of the ambulance 

 

“John I’m not going in ther-”

“GOD DAMMIT OTTO” John finally screamed. His exclamation left silence throughout the front seat. It was one of the few times that Otto had heard John raise his voice.

Neither spoke as they climbed out of the seats, swiftly closing the doors. Otto had never experienced such silence, the rain had suddenly and abruptly subsided sometime throughout that altercation , thunder had developed into nothing but a distant memory.

The steps of the porch had rotted, moss enveloped the corners of each rotten floorboard.

The remains of what seemed to be a rocking chair rested upon the porch, almost unrecognizable. The outside of the home was similar to that in that aspect. It was as if they had stepped on a carcass, a shell of what this home might have used to be.’

 

“How are we supposed to even get into here?” Otto whispered as they approached the chipped wooden door. However the moment that John pressed his hand against the rusted copper doorknob the front door creaked ajar. 

 

“No wonder someone got in here” otto muttered to himself. John swiftly nudged his elbow into Otto’s ribs, effectively silencing him.



Peeling, peeling, everything in the home was peeling, the dated floral wallpaper stained a deep yellow with brownish undertones. A once stoute leather armchair sat in the middle of the living room. It was left crumbling, The synthetic brown leather peeling from the arms and back of the padded giant. It was padded like the very floors that it sat on, the floors enveloped with a moldy cream colored carpet that spanned from wall to wall. It was as if stenches could pile.

 

“GO-GODDAMN IT OTTO” 

Otto turned to John abruptly, startled, “What the hell man?”

John was too startled to speak. His thoughts began to speak to him again.

“It sounded like me, it sounded exactly like me. What I just said, what the hell.”

“It wasn’t me” John said shakily 

The voice was not just similar, it was verbatim, neither of them spoke for a moment. Until it began to call out to the men again. 

“I’m not going in there” it called out.

“The attic” John said, quickly traversing to the second floor.

“Hell no the attic,” Otto replied

“Whatever” John said, finally tired of Otto’s unwillingness to do his job John finally climbed the final set of stairs.

The attic was cramped, dozens of boxes, stacked to the top of the low ceilings. John searched with caution, someone in such a small confined space would not be hard to find. Yet there was no one there.

Randomness pt2

For last week’s blog I told a bunch of random non-fictional short stories. This week, I’ll be doing the same.

  1. One time, my blind dog, Mai Tai, walked off a sidewalk. Now, you may be wondering, “How is that funny?” I’ll tell you. My mom was walking her on the sidewalk right next to the beach. If you’ve ever been to the beach in MS you’ll know that there’s anywhere from a 1ft-3ft drop from the sidewalk to the sand. Mai Tai walked off the sidewalk and face planted into the sand. For the rest of her life she refused to go on another walk.
  2. I used to have a dog named Corona and she was so weird. One time she was sitting on my parents bed (their bed was like 2.5ft off the ground) and she was trying to lick her butt. She fell off the bed trying to lick her butt. She also used to go under the house and for some reason she could like put her snout in an air duct that led to the kitchen (I guess there was a hole) and you could hear her sniffing around. One time (I was 3 or 4) I was in the kitchen and she was under the house, I called out to her and she came to the air vent sniffing away. I shook pepper down the air vent. She started sneezing. This was after I put salt in my chocolate milk and drank it.
    1. My mom named her Corona because she was the same color as the beer. My mom is weird. My other dog, Mai Tai. Her name is an alcoholic drink.
  3. I used to have a dog named Clouseau. That’s pronounced like clue so. Little side story, at this point in time we also had a dog named Coffee (he was the color of Coffee. My brother named him. What is up with these names??) and coffee would dig a lot of holes in the yard. To fix this problem, my dad set up an electric fence. The fence scared Coffee. The fence was scared of Clouseau. Clouseau would stand right up against the fence so it was shocking him. He did this all the time. He liked it. He was weird.
  4. I used to have a dog named Clarence. Clarence was weird. One time I was chasing Clarence through the house and he was running so fast he literally ripped up a threshold board. Another time I heard a weird noise coming from the living room while I was in the kitchen. I walked into the living room. I found Clarence chewing on an electrical outlet.
  5. I have a dog named Roo and she is an absolute a** ****. She’s so rude. She literally plots against you. I swear to god, one day she will take over the world. She will enslave the human race and probably also my brother’s dog. Well anyway, one time I let the dogs outside at around 3am. I had to watch the dogs to make sure they wouldn’t run away because there was a hole in the fence. Little side story, my dog likes to mess with bugs. Anyway, I saw Roo like batting and nipping at the ground and I was like, “there she goes eating bugs again.” Wrong. I then saw this small lump on the ground and thought to myself, “Ah frick, she’s trying to eat a frog.” (we had a LOT of frogs and she would chase them sometimes) I thn proceeded to go get her away from the from because I didn’t want her eating it and getting sick. As I get closer I see her launch this frog thats for whatever reason, tied to a string, across the yard. (she likes to throw things) As I’m watching this frog on a string fly through the air, I noticed a few things. 1. The frog was furry. 2. The frog was grey. 3. The “string” was a tail. 4. The frog was a rat. My dog launched a rat across the yard. She has done this multiple times.

Metamorphosis

I adore bugs. Their biology is incredibly interesting, they’re the most populous creature on the planet, they look almost alien, and they are incredibly important parts of the environment. Bugs are absolutely incredible, and I love them for it.

Past me, however, disagrees. Bugs are terrifying little critters for reasons past me can’t explain. Their twitching wings and spindly legs make past me want to scream. Their compound eyes and clicking mouths are worth past me’s tears. Is there a house fly stuck in the blinds? Time to move location. Is there a cockroach in the bedroom? Time to sleep on the couch.

That last one was actually rather recent in the grand scheme of things- it happened in 2023. So, question: how on earth am I not afraid of bugs anymore?

The answer: I’m still afraid of bugs, but I’m working on it. My fear has been steadily declining. One of my life goals is to be able to hold a bug.

I wish I could give a detailed, step-by-step walkthrough of this me-metamorphosis, but memory is a murky thing. I know the driving factor in this change of heart was realizing just how amazing bugs are. Instead of thinking of them as little pests, I recognized them for the important roles they play in the cycle of life. I’m much more into weird things now than I was in the past, too, and what’s more whacky than bugs? There are some absolutely crazy bugs out there. 

There are also bugs that are strikingly beautiful!

The more I learned about bugs, the more interested in them I became. Perhaps knowing more about them lessened my fear? Maybe learning about other fears of mine will make me less afraid of them, too. Not all of my fears are as cool as little critters, though.

Whenever I think about this bug-loving journey I’m on, it reminds me of all the other ways I’ve changed, and the ways I’m still changing. With humans, I don’t think there’s an end to our metamorphosis as a whole. I think parts of us go through metamorphosis at different times, then go through the cycle again. Though maybe that opinion itself will go through metamorphosis in the future. What does it feel like to emerge from a cocoon, anyhow?

Foods from shows I would DEVOUR Without Abandon

Today I will be listing the foods from different shows that I would do unmentionable things for a maursel of. In no specific order. 

 Fizzy Pop from Wow-Wow-Wubzy

I have wanted to sip on this since I was little. I don’t know if it’s the shape of the bottle but something about it looks so refreshing.

 Tiana’s Gumbo from Princess and the Frog

 

I feel like everyone talks about Tiana’s Beignets and I can assure you they’re definitely on the list but I feel like her gumbo is the underdog. It looks scrumptious and when she put that hot sauce in it, I was salivating. 

 Tiana’s Beignets from Princess and the Frog

Y’all knew this was coming, I mean lets be serious…everyone and their mom wants a bite of one of these. Especially the scene where that man was eating them dressed as a donkey. He made them look obscenely appetizing. 

 The Smoothies from Fresh Beat Band

 

I don’t even really like smoothies but it’s something about these that if you put them in front of me they wouldn’t be safe. 

 Angus’s Buffet from Ant Farm

 

I need everything in front of him, just looking at this picture is making me hungry. The way he was eating it in the episode made it look so good. Everytime I see that episode I get jealous.

Cookies from Rugrats

 

These cookies better be good with the way she was acting over them. She was about ready to exterminate every other human in her way for these cookies.

 Candace’s Grilled Cheese from Phineas and Ferb

 

Just look at that grilled cheese, lactose intolerance be damned I need that grilled cheese. 

 Dr Doofenshmirtz Wings from Phineas and Ferb

 

This remains one of my favorite Phineas and Ferb episodes and I’m 85% sure it’s because of these wings. Even with the way they were messing with his stomach they seemed worth it. 

 Dumplings from Kung Fu Panda

 

I know that these not only probably taste like heaven but I bet the texture of these are sensory heaven. I’d give anything to just bite into it, I don’t even know what’s in it and it doesn’t matter.

 Ally’s Favorite Ice Cream from Austin and Ally

 

I usually hate mint flavored desserts, but with the way Ally was eating this right out of the tub and was willing to smuggle it out of the freezer it has to be good

Spencer’s Spaghetti Tacos from ICarly

 

He made these too regularly for them to be nasty. The spaghetti alone doesn’t even look too appealing but for some reason everything changes. And the way they’d all gather around the table to eat them like they were fine dining.

 

 

I don’t really get Valentines Day. (Yes, that’s the title.)

What’s up everyone. Hope your day is going ok. So I had an idea but I’m saving for the next weeks blog.

 

I don’t know about most of yall but I know that I don’t really see most of the appeal when is comes to Valentine’s Day or love in its self. It’s not that I don’t enjoy Valentine’s Day or don’t feel love, its I just don’t see why some people go all crazy and sometimes a little controlling. Like yea I understand that it’s a day for showing love to your special person but why are buying $200 necklaces and rings when you probably wont even be together in like 4 months. 

 

I hope it doesn’t seem like I’m being a Scrooge McDuck for Valentine’s Day because I actually LIke the holiday and I do sometimes get gifts for friends. I just don’t get why some couples make a big deal out of this one day to show love when you have everyday to show love if you really are happy in your relationship.

 

Now if your just that type of person that wants to go all out of Valentin’s Day for your SO then you do you I don’t care. 

 

I just wanted to get all this off my mind and share to see if anyone else agrees with me. You can also disagree with me I don’t really care. I wrote this to get other opinions and because I wanted to see others thoughts on this holiday (and I couldn’t think of anything else to write)

 

What everyone’s favorite Valentines candies? I really like the strawberry hershey kisses they sell in walmart.

 

If you have a person your spending valentines day with what are your plans. I know valentines day is next week but I have something else I want to write about on that day.

 

So I still haven’t meet the word count yet so I’m going to keep talking for a little bit more. So anyone can debate if they want but I don’t really think Valentine’s Day is a holiday, to me it’s a day of the week but it’s all pink and red. If anyone has other opinions share. I’m just trying to get to the word count. 

 

Someone should share their favorite valentine’s story or something. It could be fake or real. I just want to hear some non-cringe love stories. 

2Pac’s Poetry

                                           

In honor of the beginning of Black History Month, I’ve decided to use my blog as a moment to show some great works of an African American Poet. The poet’s name: Tupac Shakur. 

                                                               

                        Though before I start, there’s a story behind this blog. 

I was in seventh grade and my teacher was making the class draw names from a hat so we can all do research on some less known figures in Black History.  Everyone was getting upset because they didn’t like that the people, they were researching were all the way back in the day.  Personally, I was like, I wouldn’t mind if I got someone I never heard of before, it would make it more fun researching them.  So, when it finally gets to me, literally the last person, everyone jumps at me because I got someone no one would expect: Tupac Shakur.                                                                                                                                                   It was so loud in the classroom as everyone yelled things like, “That’s not fair Mrs. Spencer!”                                                                                                                                   “Tiara doesn’t even listen to Rap!” or “Tupac isn’t even part of Black History!”  Once my teacher heard those statements she stopped and turned to me, and she said, “What do you think Tiara, is Tupac part of Black History?”                                 I was stunned and didn’t know what to say.  Back then, I didn’t really know much about Tupac, I just knew that he was a rapper, he was shot, he created the song “All Eyez on Me”, and that he had beef with Biggie Smalls.   I never considered that with a Rep like that he would be part of History.  So, I finally responded to my teacher: “I guess we’ll find out today.”                                              Now, for a little bit of context, this was an English class, and she was making us do Black Writers in history like Phillis Wheatley, Alice Walker, and Paul Laurence Dunbar for examples.                                                                                                  So, I went to ask my teacher, “Are you sure you want me to talk about Tupac’s raps?  Because I don’t think some of them are student friendly.”   And she turned to me with a smile and was like, “Tiara, some Rap can be Poetry and once you start doing your research, you’re going to learn that Tupac was a Poet.” 

Then she sent me on my way and my research began: 

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by: Tupac Shakur 

Did you hear about the rose that grew

from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature’s law is wrong it

learned to walk with out having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,

it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete

when no one else ever cared.

This was the first poem that popped up when I searched for it.  It didn’t really make such a big impact on me at first because I wasn’t really a poetry person back then and it just was words to me at first glance if you know what I mean, but the assignment was to analyze the meaning of the poem and explain what you took from it.  I would explain what I got from it, but I’m just going to let y’all tell me in the comments maybe.                                                                                    On that note, I don’t remember what I put for the meaning, but this website called Haener Block, explains: “The poem represents the ways that someone can become something great coming from a place that’s not recognized as great.  In this poem he uses a rose, something that’s recognized as beautiful, even with its imperfections.”                                                                                                                      This sounds about like what I had, but a little bit more spiced up. 

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by: Tupac Shakur 

In the event of my Demise

when my heart can beat no more

I Hope I Die For A Principle

or A Belief that I had Lived 4

I will die Before My Time

Because I feel the shadow’s Depth

so much I wanted 2 accomplish

before I reached my Death

 

I have come 2 grips with the possibility

and wiped the last tear from My eyes

I Loved All who were Positive

In the event of my Demise

Tupac was really getting deep with his poetry and this title is so sad but cool because it fits the way he used to speak.  Also, this poem seemed like a conspiracy theory for many people because he was literally like he will die before his time and during my research I learned that in some songs he said he was going to die young, so I was like, “Did he know?   Was he predicting his death?”  Anyway, we’re not going to get into that right now.                                         I picked this poem for the “Attention Grabbing and Meaningful” part of the project because it stood out to me a lot.  Like previously, I don’t really remember how I analyzed these, but the Allpoety.com quotes that Tupac said, “I composed ‘In the Event of My Demise’ on the very day that I was diagnosed with H.I.V.   I contracted H.I.V. from a medical accident while working as a Navy Corpsman at Lemoore Naval Hospital. On that day I felt like I needed to evaluate my life and write my will and testament.”  

I didn’t have that at all, but his actual words make a better analysis. 

ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ

By Tupac Shakur 

excuse me but lady liberty needs glasses

and so does mrs justice by her side

both the broads r blind as bats

stumbling thru the system

justice bumbed into mutulu and

trippin on geronimo pratt

but stepped right over oliver

and his crooked partner ronnie

 

justice stubbed her big toe on mandela

and liberty was misquoted by the indians

slavery was a learning phase

forgotten with out a verdict

while justice is on a rampage

4 endangered surviving black males

i mean really if anyone really valued life

and cared about the masses

theyd take em both 2 pen optical

and get 2 pair of glasses

The first time I read this poem I remember one of my classmates telling me that this poem could make some great bars.  I also remember that at the time that I didn’t know what bars were, so I just agreed.   Looking at this now and reading it, I do agree that this would have made an interesting rap, especially with Tupac’s style.   I didn’t have to analyze this one, it just needed to be included into the project but if I could take a guess now of what it’s about, I would say: Tupac did explain how his parents were part of the Black Panthers and fought against injustice and he did gain a lot of his values from them.  This poem probably could have been inspired by their example and his own experiences of how the world treated races and other ethnicities that weren’t white poorly and unfairly during most of history.   I see that when he gives prominent figures and examples from history in the poem. 
Also, I see that the main point he’s making is that America is supposed to represent freedom and liberty, but it seems that they aren’t acting on what they represent, they turn a blind eye to how the world is really treating their citizens.                                                                                                                                         When looking it up on AllPoetry.com it states that Tupac’s meaning for it was: “Lady Liberty would rather put a black man in prison for selling drugs to feed his family because the same system won’t give him a job, but she could overlook the white man who is beating the mess out of his wife.  The glasses are metaphors for the system’s ability to see and omit what they want.” 

Last but not least we have: 

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when your hero falls from grace

all fairy tales r uncovered

myths exposed and pain magnified

the greatest pain discovered

u taught me 2 be strong

but im confused 2 c u so weak

u said never 2 give up

and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat

 

when ure hero falls so do the stars

and so does the perception of tomorrow

without my hero there is only

me alone 2 deal with my sorrow

your heart ceases 2 work

and your soul is not happy at all

what r u expected 2 do

when ure only hero falls

I didn’t have to decipher this poem, but I did have to pick a poem that had deep and relatable meaning to me.   

The day I presented this project, this was the last thing I had to explain and recite; the class got sad and quiet when I told them this made me think about my grandmother and mother.  I hated the days when I had to see them struggle with either money or their health but still made sure that everyone was good while even smothered in sadness.  We couldn’t tell that the days when they made sure my siblings and I ate before them were the days they also couldn’t feed themselves.  They were our heroes, and your heroes usually don’t want to reveal their weaknesses.                                                                                                               So yeah, this was a lot of my journey while digging into Tupac’s contribution to Black Artist History.  He used his music and poetry to advocate for the Black community and become a voice for them.  His image was also a symbol of resistance and struggle against oppression.   Again, his poems are beautiful, and they reveal new things to me about his beliefs and his style every time I read them and there’s many more that I didn’t cover, and you all should check them out.  

Mother

I know your mother as well as you know mine. I do not believe your mother is good or kindhearted, and neither do you mine. You still call her “good,” as I still call yours. We have never met. We have never met.

Somehow, I know exactly whatever she’s like, it doesn’t matter. We both yearn for a comfort she never affords. Whether it be missing her or something more. Hold hands as if we understand. We still call her “good.”

I know your mother should be capable of love, I don’t know if she does. Neither do you mine.

Her weathered hands would feel the same in mine as they would in yours, soft as you massage the pleats, and maybe they never aged a day, maybe they aged fair more than they should.

Whoever she is, she cried the same tears as the river had water, she breathed the same air as the rest of the world, while she never spoke the same tongue, her words were just as soothing and still, and her heart and body crafted with the same principles, if we believe.

She had the same dimples as mine, she had the same laugh, something about her was yours and she was sacred. I know your mother as well as you know mine.