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Beware of La Migra

Based on "La Migra", by Pat Mora Beware of La Migra, my child. They'll catch you, 'cause they are the MAN. Get to the boarder, get to your end. If you're not them, that is the way. My poor little one, beware of their guns! You may hide and run, but may not get away, if La Migra is there. They'll take you away, and may never return. If they find you, my child, get ready, get set... RUN! Beware of La Migra, be better than them, and beat them at their game! The desert if your friend. La Migra can search, while you run and escape. Get ready, get set.

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by Olivia H. Darker outside, experienced A figure of my own Show pride, wits  A scrumptious bod What most can take,  What I choose to show On the inside, down the covers Naked is pale and quasi bright Weaker, childish A braveish bod What most cannot get,  What I do not expose  Endless moles to burn a witch Soft upon the sharp blade Unable to prevent But enough to prevail The harder it gets  An experience without match Becomes my personal trap But mine nontheless A fine work of art

Fiction as Fact: Children and the Single Story

             Children are the future; therefore, it is logical that they should be provided with the most complete education possible. They are more likely to believe what they are taught, either through the media, social norms or even the education system itself. None of them seem to be particularly keen on spending time on the development of critical thinking, for the new generations to be able to question what they might read, see or be taught in the first place. The younger human beings are, the more they absorb what happens around them, like a sponge, and will likely follow the norms they are taught. This can turn into the naturalization of what they see, or better said, what they are shown, as what it is, not realizing the implications that come with it, or that there is always another point of view, another side of the story. The purpose of this essay is to show how children, by being exposed to a limited and one-sided ve...

The God of Small Things: Female Transgression and Patriarchal Oppression

     Arundhati Roy’s postcolonial novel The God Of Small Things explores the crude picture of the social, cultural and political reality of the nation of India. In Roy’s story, the acts of moral and social transgressions result in the ruin and death of various characters. Roy resorts to social transgressions in an attempt to sh ock readers about boundaries and the caste system within Indian culture, which are manifested through “small things”. The novel presents  transgressive female characters who suffer the consequences of defying the status quo. The purpose of this essay is to reflect upon how the author of this novel shows the dangers that Indian women might face when transgressing those norms established by the strict patriarchal society they live in. This will be done by exploring the realities of Ammu , Mammachi and Baby Kochamma. These are three female characters who dared to defy social norms, who could not escape their destiny and who wer...

Children’s Choices: Doomed to Disappoint

              For some people, their parents are their own personal heroes and they wish to emulate them by any means possible. For others… it is preferable to follow a completely different path, far from what might have been expected from their families. Even if parents can certainly be proud of their children, most of the time they end up disappointed in regards to some, or many, of their children’s life choices, as they differ from tradition or a family’s particular desires. It is rather impossible for children to live up to their progenitors’ expectations when tradition, family values and personal life experience might get in the way of their own pursuit of happiness.             Tradition is a form of separation between generations. Different generations hold different views regarding several aspects of a person’s life – education, family or society – which can already become a common caus...