The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh! my soul is white.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say:

"Look on the rising sun, -there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away;
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.

And we are put on earth a little space
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learned the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish, we shall hear his voice
Saying: `Come out from the grove, my love and care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice!' "

Thus did my mother say, and kissed me;
And thus I say to little English boy:
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,

I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our father's knee;
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him, and he will then love me.

By: Wiliam Blake

My Healer

I sometimes feel some pain deep inside me. I ask God why I am suffering from that pain. Then I feel God touching my heart he takes all of my pains away. After 20 years I now understand if I hadn't had him with me all these years I would have been a loser now. He has helped me. He has healed all my pains. I'm living because I feel his love that goes right to my heart and makes me smile. It is his love that helps everyone(those who believe in him) to put up with all their obstacles in life.

Saviour

I'm sitting here calling for help, there is no one around. It seems there are some shadows which come and go. There're just shadows. They show no reaction to me sitting. It's now 20 years that I'm sitting here and I'm calling for help. I'm too weak to walk. From time to time some one comes and whips me. It's really painful. He whips me so much that I faint from the pain. Every time he comes with a new face. He whips me because I can't walk. I wish someday I could run away from the whipping man. I need someone to take my hands and show me the way. There something inside telling me "you can't walk because you don't know the way." If my saviour comes the first thing he'll do is to kill the whipping man. "Where do you come from" I once asked the whipping man "from you" he answered with a loud laughter. I was shocked I didn’t want to believe it. I am sure that my saviour will come soon. He'll save everyone, even the shadows.

The picture is from:

Hi, I'm a puppet

I am a puppet. I wish I had the chance to live. This is the wish of every puppet I know of. You might think it's funny but you should live in the world of puppets to feel how a puppet feels. I don't know everyone around me but it seems that we are all very alike. It seems we share something that we know nothing about it. I partly know one being. I speak, read, and live for her. She lives inside me. Maybe she is that delicate hand that moves me every day. The only thing I know about her is that she sometimes can be as nice as an angle and sometimes she becomes a devil. So she's sometimes calm, emotional caring and sometimes she's out of control like a child. It seems that she's in touch with a higher being. If not so I'm sure that she knows someone else. It seems that she's always waiting for something to happen or someone to come.

the picture is from:

http://www.artlinkphoenix.com/images/artlink/ff/great_arizona_puppet_theater_large.jpg

Our Empty Box

I and lots of other are in this box. We are living here. We can't do much. We just eat, breath, and sleep. This box is smells of nothing. No one has enough space. There is a man in front of me from time to time he step my feet and his elbow is in my right eye. I know stepping on my foot is a sign that I am hungry and I need some water. I hate him. There is a lady in my back she is always saying something in my ear even when I'm sleep. She is cautious. I like her more than the man. I dream about both the man and the lady but I have never seen them. The only thing we do in the box is talking about what happens if we could spend one day out of this box we always say why we are in this box and we never come up with an answer. There is girl next to me she just cries and never tells anyone what is wrong. A boy on my left he has only a knife with which he cut himself all day long .He doesn't talk with anyone either. I sometimes watch him when he sees the blood coming out of his skin he laughs loudly. We are all waiting for something to happen but it seems that nothing and nothing is going to happen. Everything repeats and we are all waiting for something to happen.

Thank You

Thank you professor Marandi you really made a difference with what you taught us this semester.This is from every student in your writing class.

Id, Ego, Super-ego

Id: The newborn child is regarded as being completely 'Id-ridden', in the sense that it is a mass of instinctive drives and impulses, and demands immediate satisfaction. This view equates a new born child with an id-ridden individual - often humorously - with this analogy: an alimentary tract with no sense of responsibility at either end!
The id is responsible for our basic drives such as food, sex and aggressive impulses, and demands immediate satisfaction. It is amoral and egocentric' ruled by the pleasure-pain principle; it is without a sense of time; completely illogical; primarily sexual; infantile in its emotional development; will not take 'no' for an answer; is without verbal representation and therefore does not enter consciousness.
Ego: The word ego is taken directly from Latin where it is the nominative of the first person singular personal pronoun and is translated as "I myself" to express emphasis.
In Freud's theory, the ego mediates among the id, the super-ego and the external world. Its task is to find a balance between primitive drives, morals, and reality while satisfying the id and superego. Its main concern is with the individual's safety and allows some of the id's desires to be expressed, but only when consequences of these actions are marginal.

Super-ego: The super-ego tends to stand in opposition to the desires of the id because of their conflicting objectives, and is aggressive towards the ego. The super-ego acts as the conscience, maintaining our sense of morality and the prohibition of taboos.

The Interpretation of Dreams” – Perhaps his most significant writing Freud Believed that whatever our conscious mind was afraid to deal with came to the forefront of our thinking through dreams. He believed dreams are our mind’s way of letting the unconscious come to the surface.

Taken from:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ego

http://users.wfu.edu/canamp6/FYS100/Index.html