Write about a conversation that changed you.
Prompt: After years of lectures, it gets tiring to hear that race doesn't define a person. What's even more tiring is the realization that it does. At twelve years old I was instructed to give a speech to my graduating class, and my teacher sat me down to prepare me. When he was younger, he was chosen to do the exact same thing, but when he was told about it, his advisors told him he was "very well spoken." What they really meant to say was "he was very well spoken for a black kid." Chills went down my spine, and I was terrified that anyone would tell him that. After living with his words for a bit, I realized that I could not let those boxes define me. I don't want people to think I'm well spoken for a Hispanic kid, but that I am talented and smart.
Summary: In class, we finished analyzing Ferlinghetti's poem.
Reflection: When interpreting certain lines of figurative language, it became useful to remember that it is all up to interpretation. As long as there was a strong line of reasoning, poetry is interpretative and specific to one's individual experience.
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