mabintu+donzo

="the best words in the best order"=

I had my eyes on you for a long time I know you have been looking at me too Would you want us to be partners in crime Remember you from somewhere but no clue Is impossible for me to make friends my daddy said i need to be more open He thinks need to go out more offend i think is a reason why thing happen need a friend to be stake to like a glue feel like i'am about to suffocate i think think everyone thinks i'am so stupid i want to foster the ground cultivato i feel like is a discrimination next week i might go to a vacation.

an ode to my cell phone
When I walked into T-mobile I didn’t had you in mind The thought of you never ring a bell I guess because my mind was on what I thought I would have by coming to the store I looked around there where many but my eyes where only on one I guess my eyes were on it because I learned every thing about it Not knowing my pockets don’t have enough for what my eyes envy Just because my eyes were on it didn’t mean I would leave with it than I left with you because you was the right size for my pockets and from that day on I have envy you!

I was raised by
a women who cover from lead to toe so dark, at night that the only thing to see is the beautiful bright smile

"when mad" "act like a lady" you mean act like you "you act like your father side of the family' my father side come out when everything going wrong

"dance" move so slow forget that she even dancing rough dance?, no no attention " to anything around you just dance"


 * Africa by mabintu donzo **

Africa A motherland, A land of natural beauty, A land of great rulers, A land of many cultures, a land where human history begun. Now Your children are scattered, all over the world

But yet Your children are depressed and starving. Your children are in war with each other, killing each other. Crimes and diseases have taking over you. You are in debts, you was born a debtor, you are being destroy , your name no longer has power.

Africa You need to be heal and cure you vision need to be unveil. you shall lead again, with treasures as in the days of old. Rise one day, and stop the suffering Before you no longer exist.

The first standard, talk about how great Africa is and the beauty of it. “a land where human history begun.” this shows that the first humans where born in Africa. follow by “Your children are scattered, all over the world” this shows that people started moving from Africa to other parts of the world. The next standard shows the horrible things that are happen to Africa. “Crimes and diseases have taking over you.” this shows that a lot of wars have happen in Africa and there are so many people in Africa with disease like AIDS and other ones. “ Your name no longer has power.’ this show that no one say any good things about Africa, and Africa no longer have all those great names. The lest standard, is about what Africa should do to get the great the names back. “ you vision need to be unveil.” This meant that Africa have been hiding now is now to reveal. “ Rise one day, and stop the suffering Before you no longer exist.” this show that if Africa do not rise again, all the people will move or either die for suffering and it will be a land with no one in it. I didn’t a great job at explaining the good, the bad, and what should be done to Africa. The line breaks enjambment made it tone right. I also have a human characteristic to Africa as if it was a woman.

Making a Fist
code For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out of me, a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear. I was seven, I lay in the car watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass. My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.

"How do you know if you are going to die?" I begged my mother. We had been traveling for days. With strange confidence she answered, "When you can no longer make a fist."

Years later I smile to think of that journey, the borders we must cross separately, stamped with our unanswerable woes. I who did not die, who am still living, still lying in the backseat behind all my questions, clenching and opening one small hand. code

**Shoulders** ** by Naomi Shihab Nye **
A man crosses the street in rain, stepping gently, looking two times north and south, because his son is asleep on his shoulder.

No car must splash him. No car drive too near to his shadow.

This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo but he’s not marked. Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE, HANDLE WITH CARE.

His ear fills up with breathing. He hears the hum of a boy’s dream deep inside him.

We’re not going to be able to live in this world if we’re not willing to do what he’s doing with one another.

The road will only be wide. The rain will never stop falling.

** "Famous" by Naomi Shihab Nye **

The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to the silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so.

The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse.

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.

The idea you carry close to your bosom is famous to your bosom.

The boot is famous to the earth, more famous than the dress shoe, which is famous only to floors.

The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it, and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.

I want to be famous to the shuffling men, who smile while crossing streets, sticky children in grocery lines, famous as the one who smiled back.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it did.

** Making a Fist ** ** by Naomi Shihab Nye **

For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out of me, a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear. I was seven, I lay in the car watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass. My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.

"How do you know if you are going to die?" I begged my mother. We had been traveling for days. With strange confidence she answered, "When you can no longer make a fist."

Years later I smile to think of that journey, the borders we must cross separately, stamped with our unanswerable woes. I who did not die, who am still living, Still lying in the backseat behind all my questions, clenching and opening one small hand.

The first standard, "For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out of me” This let the reader know that the character is in a car crash. During the car crash she felt like she the noise of the crash keep getting lower and lower. She saw palm trees crash into the glass of the car and she felt like her stomach was blooded. The second standard is more about the fear of death, "How do you know if you are going to die?” I begged my mother.” this shows that the character is afraid of death. She wanted to know how death feels like because she felt like death is coming towards her. The last standard, let’s the reader know that she was able to make a fist but her mom wasn’t able to, “Still lying in the backseat behind all my questions” This meant that her mother is no longer there to answer the questions now she has about life and she has to answer all of her own question. she enjambments most of her line break and that let the reader know what kind of tone the author want the poem to be read.

**Shoulders** ** by Naomi Shihab Nye **
A man crosses the street in rain, stepping gently, looking two times north and south, because his son is asleep on his shoulder.

No car must splash him. No car drive too near to his shadow.

This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo but he’s not marked. Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE, HANDLE WITH CARE.

His ear fills up with breathing. He hears the hum of a boy’s dream deep inside him.

We’re not going to be able to live in this world if we’re not willing to do what he’s doing with one another.

The road will only be wide. The rain will never stop falling.

The first standard is about a man being careful with the way he does things, by him looking north and south allow the reader to know how careful, he is being with his son. The second standard allows the readers know that the man doesn’t want the cars to wake up his sleeping son. “Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,HANDLE WITH CARE.” This shows that the man did not have to be careful but because the boy was his son, he had to be. “He hears the hum of a boy’s dreamdeep inside him.” this shows that he is so careful with the boy that he can’t hear anything else around him. The next stander is now for the reader, it’s saying that the world will never be better if we don’t be careful with one another. The last stander is saying that, we as human have to change because nothing else will. The author repeated most words in the poem, and also used opposite words (north and south) she also capitalize words after every sentence.

** "Famous" by Naomi Shihab Nye **

The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to the silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so.

The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse.

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.

The idea you carry close to your bosom is famous to your bosom.

The boot is famous to the earth, more famous than the dress shoe, which is famous only to floors.

The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it, and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.

I want to be famous to the shuffling men, who smile while crossing streets, sticky children in grocery lines, famous as the one who smiled back.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it did.

This poem give a sense of humor to every object that is in the poem it also allowed us know that every person and object is famous to something. The poem put life into every object that is used in it, like tears, boots, shoes, and so many others. “The tear is famous, briefly to the cheek” this makes the tear very powerful to the cheek, which every drop of tear laid on the cheek. “The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it, and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.” This is true because the one who is taking the photo is the one that cares more about how the picture comes out and not the one who photo is being taking of. At the end of the poem the speak said “I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular” and she said is because it never forgot what it did. Which end the poem very nicely. This poem is very appreciative; it makes the reader feel like they are important to someone. I see so many image through this poem, the fish in the river, the bird watching the car from the birdhouse, and so many more.