DID YOU JUST REALIZED WHAT I JUST REALIZED.....

Free write

2008-10-21T14:51:00.000-07:00

I hate the fact that the media defines skinny as beautiful. I believe that a woman is beautiful regardless of her body size. But unfortunately size, looks, and the way one dress is what matters. I also hate, the fact that now a days all you see in T.V is commercial women that are named beautiful because of all the make-up they have on. I think women that doesn't use make-up are pretty as well. But I understand that women apply make-up do it look astonishing.
I think that the commercials of these women on T.V molding the make-up have a big impact on young girls. Making them believe that if they wear make-up they look pretty like the girls in the commercial.The models on magazines show other that if your skinny your beautiful and can be a model. Many teen girls who are over weight feel that they aren't pretty because of what the media defines as beautiful.The skinny teen girls feel that they shouldn't eat because they'll get fat and be ugly.I seriously think that those girls that feel they're ugly and fat don't deserve to feel like that.Its definitely cruel but can we do anything to change it?
But at the sometime young girls and women are confuse what's perfect. Reason why is because men prefer women with junk in the trunk and other prefer melons. So women don't know if their body is good enough. I think that teen girls and women shouldn't care of what others say or believe of there body structure.

Developing Your Character

2008-10-13T20:03:00.000-07:00

The Saturday as usual as making my way to work, suddenly I noticed that my dog wasn't barking. I was happy that it was a quite morning but I was worried. I was walking to the back when I heard weeping from under my house. It wasn't a surprise, it was Mikaela. It seemed as if she had seen a ghost. I tired to confer her but it wasn't working. It was getting late for me, so I let her in.
I arrived at work, wondering what scared Mikaela there was plenty of mail to deliver. I was doing my usual route it was a normal morning but extremely hot. I was in front of Ms.Jackson's house she offered me a drink. I would never deny a drink from Ms .Jackson, she's a cutely. We were talking on her front porch; her dog wasn't running around (like always) so I asked her for Smiles. She said that he wasn't acting like himself that he was hiding under the bed. I told her that my dog was acting like Smiles. She said that it must be normal for dogs to be scared once in a while. So we dropped the unwanted conversation. I thanked her for the soft drink. I was walking slowly to the next house thinking hard. I concluded that it was nothing it must be a dog thing just as Ms. Jackson had thought.
It was time for be to take my lunch, so I went to Jack in the box. I was just getting my order when I felt a tap on my back. I couldn't believe that it was Ms. Jackson; she was actually looking for me. I was happy at the fact that she was looking for me. When she told me that it was Smiles that worried her. My feelings went to content to gloomy. As the gentleman that I am, I called my job and told them that I had a family emergency and needed to go home. I left right away with Ms. Jackson to her house. We arrived; we walked to find Smiles dropped on the floor it seems as if he was dead. Ms.Jackson began to cry, there wasn't enough time to get emotional so I told Ms. Jackson to be strong because everything was going to be just fine. I got in the car and drove off to the animal hospital. The doctor said that the was poisoned with rat poison. Which makes him hallucinate and be scared? The doctor gave Ms. Jackson a pill that would make him throw up the poison in his system.
Then it hit me that Mikaela might have eaten rat poison when we went over to Ms.Jackson's house.

Settings

2008-10-07T16:18:00.000-07:00

The Griffin Park
On Sunday Afternoon

I hear the young ens mingling about the undefeated champions that they are.
I hear a women yelling at her energetic kids to stop fighting.
I hear my cousin sigh of frustration because her infant wouldn't stop crying.
I hear clink.. a sound coming form the aggressive hitter.
I hear honk..honk coming from the anxieties drivers awaiting to park.

I smell a distinguish aroma its strong,tearing and spreads.
I smell the smoke and sink of burning charcoal.
I smell salty,clean,uncooked meat.
I smell of fresh inserted maneuver.
I smell sweatiness of dog coming form my cousins.

I taste the salty drops of sweat rolling down my face.
I taste a fresh green sour apple.
I taste the juicy just cooked carne asada.
I taste burning cold soda going down my throat.
I taste sweet long lasting gum.

I feel the sticky hot air on my skin.
I feel the hotness of the sun burning on my head.
I feel the vibration of the bat hitting the ball against my hands.
I feel people staring me down with hate.
I feel the hot coffee burn my tongue.

I see the skin dark women run through traffic to catch up with the rest.
I see my cousins fighting over the cold soda.
I see the old fat guy searching for boogers.
I see my grandfather expeditious eating roasted corn.
I see a gathered happy family mine of curse.

Responds to..

2008-09-29T21:09:00.000-07:00

Aventura-
Lyrics to Amor De Madre :
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13 de diciembre del ano '80 a las 3:24,
nació un niño blanco con ojos azules cabello castaño,
la madre con mucho orgullo despues de tanto tiempo,
al fin sonrie de emoción,
lloraba inquietamente,
la enfermera pregunta cual es la razón,
pues el padre con solo 6 meses de aquel embarazo los abandonó,
no dejo ni motivos ni huellas una mañanita se fue y no volvió,
y la madre no olvida ese dia que aquel hombre ingrato le falló.

El niño va pa' 8 meses,
se parece a su padre y ya dice mamá,
ya los conflictos comienzan,
el welfare no alcanza y ya nadie queria ayudar,
solo le importa entender que su hijo necesita comer,
y la renta le faltan 2 meses la plata que entra no alcanza pa nada
decisiones tomo aquella madre la prostitución la llevo a progresar,
y aquel niño nunca se dió cuenta lo que hacia su madre por el... nada más.

Y van pasando los anos y el niño lindo de mami,
vive como un rey,
nada se le negó si en todo se consintió,
creido y presumido el joven se a vuelto y se cree el mejor,
por el sudor de su madre tiene carro del año y viste de Armani no mas,
solo un amigo de infancia y muchos enemigos por su personalidad,
cuando llegues a grande yo quiero que seas abogado o un gran militar,
no te olvides que no tienes padre,
y la novia que elijas te tiene que amar,
soy tu madre tu padre y tu amiga,
fueron las palabras de aquella mamá.

Esta es la historia de una madre insociable,
que criando su hijo cometia un error,
no oyó consejos siguió sus sentimientos,
aunque vendio su cuerpo por su hijo luchó,
amor de madre es un amor infinito,
es el fruto en el vientre es un regalo de dios,
algunas veces cometemos errores,
y esa pobre mujer no tuvo otra opción.

Diciembre 16 del año 2003, ya no es un niño,
ya tiene 23,
la madre llorando su hijo a cambiado tiene mala amistades y usa drogas también,
consejos le dió y nunca a su madre escuchó,
un dia tocaron la puerta,
oficiales buscando un asesino con su descripción,
la madre no lo creía y llorando decía mi hijo a nadie mató,
y la madre llorando de pena gritaba en llantos ten piedad mi dios,
le importaba un comino las pruebas,
su hijo era inosente en su corazon,
mientra el hijo sufría en la cárcel mas sufrió su madre... y murió,
el hijo ahora analiza lo buena que fue su madre y nunca la valoró
se hecha todo la culpa,
y recordar como fue es un castigo de dios.

Esta es la historia de una madre insociable,
que criando su hijo cometia un error,
no oyó consejos siguió sus sentimientos,
aunque vendió su cuerpo por su hijo luchó,
amor de madre es un amor infinito,
es el fruto en el vientre es un regalo de dios,
algunas veces cometemos errores,
y esa pobre mujer no tuvo otra opción.....

I choose this song because I feel that my mother had rough times raising me on her own. I feel that the song relates to me because the mother in song had rough times as a single mother as as well. In the song the mother tells her son whats the right thing for him to do.But the son doesn't listen to his mother's advise and fails on his own. There are times when my mother tells me that certain things are not right but I don't listen . My mom tries the best to mother and father,but most of all is a best friend. A mother's love is the greatest love that one can obtain its a pure love, its something that wouldn't envy you.

BIO POEM

2008-09-23T17:35:00.000-07:00

Tatiana Espinoza
Child of Dunia Marquez
Who loves ERIBERTO
Who hates the thought of a love one's death
Who wants to go to Spain
Who wishes she could've meet Martin Luther King
Who is scared of ghosts
Who dreams of the best Hair Stylist
Who is determined ,to be successful
Who values, loyalty
Who is proud of being LATINA
Who graduated form Burbank Middle School
Who lives in Highland Park
Tatiana Espinoza