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How it Feels To Be Catholic Me

I am a catholic, a predisposition given to me at birth with my name inspired from the archangel Gabriel.   Inevitably, dressed in a precious little dress as white as snow, I was baptized into the catholic church and washed from my ‘original sin.’ The catholic influenced is derived solely from my mother’s side of the family. My grandparents are deacons of the church, and my mother and her younger siblings all attended catholic schools. Tradition and maintaining a respectable image are expected by my grandparents. As it happens, my mother got pregnant out of wedlock at the age of 21 with her first born, me. In effort to mend the tainted image of my family, it was vital that I attended a catholic school and completed all the holy sacraments. St. Josephs Catholic School, home of the Jayhawks, and myself for much of my young existence from pre-k to 8 th grade.   It was this school that I was molded into the obedient and sheltered child I was.   I learned from an ear...

Textual Analysis on Langston Hugh's Salvation

The innocence and simplicity of a child’s mind is a precious moment, that which is tainted by the disappointments of reality. The trials and tribulations of life transform a child’s naïve concrete thinking into wisdom. Langston Hugh’s memoir gives readers the opportunity to relive one of his defining moments of betrayal. “Salvation” recounts the day Hugh’s was pushed to go to church with the expectations of literally seeing the divine as described by his Aunt.   Anxiety, and confusion build within the boy as he becomes the only one to not claim to be saved by the holy spirit. The peer pressure drives him to lie about his divine salvation, only bringing more doubt and skepticism to the congregation and the God they worship. Langston Hugh’s writes with purpose methodically placing moments of Irony, Sentence and syntax variation, and vivid imagery to allow readers to relive his truth from the point of view of his 12-year-old self while he experiences a false salvation.  ...

Femecide in Latin America

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120 enraged Latinas stripped naked and positioned their bodies seemingly lifeless in mounds while their empty clothes remain scattered throughout the street. Above them fellow protestors raise a massive sign that reads ‘ Femecidio es Genecido’, the name of this silent protest against Femicide in Latin America. This protest left a lasting image declaring a state of emergency for females who live life day to day with the impunities and violence imposed upon them. Much of Central and South America are challenged with predicaments like economic crisis, the war with drug trafficking organizations, and lack of political assistance all of which are contributing factors of Femicide. Femicide is the term used to describe the massive outbreak of violent and usually deadly attacks against women. Acts of femicide can be categorized as an intimate personal relationship violence, sexual abuse in the streets, or drug trafficking organization related attacks. Femicide is a new term which only r...

My Father's Family

It’s likely that sometime between childhood and adulthood you will see someone else with something you desire, something you feel that you need. For some that is a material object that as time passes you might forget about, for others it becomes a catalyst for the rest of their existence. My father grew up in a toxic environment that left him yearning to have a family, which would become the precursor to his happiness, and inevitably his demise.                 My father had a tumultuous upbringing to say the least. His parents met in the 70’s while partying and getting high. It wasn’t long when they conceived their first son Gilbert and shortly after my father. The birth of their sons did not slow down the partying or drugs but did end their relationships. They split ways, my grandfather sticking to the usual drugs and nightlife and my grandmother seemed to direct all her focus on whatever boyfriend she ...