We read a poem about a young boy. Who did the work of a man. He was working with a saw slipped up and chopped his hand off. Died more than likely from shock.
Today we spent it all finishing up our creation myths. Sometimes trying to find perfect is so stressful. I've restarted my story many many times. I keep changing My topic forgetting to add things and all that.
Today we watched a film called recoiled. I feel like people assume that every girl and or women they see with wigs is insecure or doesn't like her ""black"". I personally feel males have no right to speak on the behalf of women but "eh". I enjoyed the message, it was sweet. For my creation myth, I chose to use my boyfriend. I think it's going to be easy making a story I write about him all the time.
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