Battle Royal

In the "Battle Royal" the narrator goes through a lot of racism and difficulties. The narrator’s main struggle involves the conflict between how others see him, and how he sees himself. "I want to get at that ginger colored nigger. Tear him limb from limb"(Ellison). The real problem was that he wasn't aware off who he was, and not aware off the racism going on all around him. But as the story goes on, he is put in a situation where he and other black men are blind folded in this boxing ring. They have to fight their way out of the ring. The boxing ring is symbolic of the black community and how the whites blind black people into believing that the only way out is to fight their way out." Everybody fought everybody else. No group fought together for long. Two, three, four, fought one, then turned to fight each other, were themselves attacked" (Ellison). The boxing ring also represents the many hardships that the black people endured while they fought to be treated equally in the United States or keeping the black community from uniting or even to gain freedom.

Cathedral

The irony of the Cathedral is that the narrator has stereotypical attitude towards blind people and starts to understanding and feel sorry for the blind man. And look further in the story the narrator starts to understanding and feel sorry for his own blindness. So the blind man opens the narrator mind and shows what a cathedral looks like through his eyes, even though he can't see. The cathedral symbolizes the narrators prejudice. "I found my self thinking what a pitiful life life this woman must have led. A woman whose husband could never read the expression on her face". The narrators voice is definitely male because he makes prejudice comparisons between him and the blind men relations between their wife's. The cathedral had a perfect ending because the narrator was blind mentally and now he could see.

I Believe... 3rd draft

I Believe in "Twizzlers".
People ask questions to get to know someone. But when a person asks me what I like, the first thing that comes to my mind is Twizzlers. Some will snicker or agree with me, but it doesn't mean anything to me. Because Twizzlers are more then just a shiny delicious, soft piece of lickerish. Twizzlers is my life and my friend. Twizzlers are there when I'm happy or sad or even mad or glad.
In fifth grade my classmates wanted to wear white shirts on a particular Friday, but I decided I wanted to wear red. So the next day I was the only person who wore a non-white shirt, the only one not scared to be different. I never wanted to be different; I just wanted to be me. I got talked about but I didn't care. Because I didn't blend in with others, but I stood out from them. By me being different probably help someone to try to stand up and be his or her self. The funny thing is even the people who wore the white shirts was talking about the other white shirt followers. They talked about the shirt's wasn't white enough, to long, to short, or even wrinkled. If I'm going to get talked about blending in with a crowd, I rather be myself.
Twizzlers in a way inspires me. It stays in a clear packet with others that look like it but finds away to be an individual. Twizzlers may have slanted bumpy lines on it but it's up to me to make these slanted bumpy lines straight. So when someone asks me what's my favorite candy. I tell them Twizzlers are my favorite candy, but I like them deeper then its taste.

My favorite Quotes

Let your haters be you motivators.
-Porcha Fox

Life is like a toilet paper roll, it gets shorter near the end.