Valerie Mozee
English 4 Daraja
12/16/13

Beloved blog post #4

"Here," she said, "in this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love is hard. Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despite it. They don't love your eyes; they'd just as soon pick em out. No more then they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my people they do not love your hands. Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face ' cause they don't love that either.


Being true to yourself and proud of the person you are is very important loving how you look and carry yourself. Yonder to me meaning slave masters will try to tear you down in everything you do whip beat and kill for not obeying them. Wishing probably you were in a different world different planet in a world where everyone is kind, respectful, treats you like an equal not a slave. Love every bone in your body and take pride in everything you do in life. Even though you might have scars on your back that shouldn't stop people from living there lives as proud as can be even though the scars make them ashamed.

Very deep and intense know one wants to be reminded of the past if they've lived a dangerous and brutal one it's like driving on a rough road for a long period of time not knowing when it's going to become smooth again, or walking on hard rocks or broken sharp glass to painful to even speak. To be put in an in closed space by yourself no one to talk to feeling the space get smaller finding it hard to breath and began to suffocate. The only thing that can be on a persons mind is trying to figure out a way to get out without dying and losing grip on reality. Always remembering there hands they still have is the main key to help them.