Reflection Feb/13/2023

    Today in class, we got another poem. This one was finally by a different author. We’ve had different authors but for the most part, it’s just been Emily Dickinson and I don’t care for her. The author we got this time was Maya Angelou. The poem’s name was ‘The Black Family’. It was about how the black community has started to become disconnected from their roots, ancestors, and spirituality. For this reason, our youth is becoming lost. In the end of the poem there was a pledge for the black community to basically not lose sight of where we came from and who we were.

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