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As an English teacher it's hard to pick my favorite novel, but certainly one is "Their Eyes Were Watching God" by Zora Neale Hurston
The best book I read for young adults is "When Dad Killed Mom" by Julius Lester...the book was a favorite with my 8th graders, their mothers, the school secretary, the principal, the counselor and other teachers. (The class had just completed a session on teenage pregnancy, so the beginning didn't cause a problem.)
It's also difficult to pick my favorite poem, so I'll give you two of them.......perhaps later I'll name the others.
Preacher, Don't Send me
Maya Angelou
Preacher, Don't Send me
when I die
to some big ghetto
in the sky
where rats eat cats
of the leopard type
and Sunday brunch
is grits and tripe.
I've known those rats
I've seen them kill
and grits I've had
would make a hill,
or maybe a mountain,
so what I need
from you on Sunday
is a different creed.
Preacher, please don't
promise me
streets of gold
and milk for free.
I stopped all milk
at four years old
and once I'm dead
I won't need gold.
I'd call a place
pure paradise
where families are loyal
and strangers are nice,
where the music is jazz
and the season is fall.
Promise me that
or nothing at all
Invictus
by
William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
The best book I read for young adults is "When Dad Killed Mom" by Julius Lester...the book was a favorite with my 8th graders, their mothers, the school secretary, the principal, the counselor and other teachers. (The class had just completed a session on teenage pregnancy, so the beginning didn't cause a problem.)
It's also difficult to pick my favorite poem, so I'll give you two of them.......perhaps later I'll name the others.
Preacher, Don't Send me
Maya Angelou
Preacher, Don't Send me
when I die
to some big ghetto
in the sky
where rats eat cats
of the leopard type
and Sunday brunch
is grits and tripe.
I've known those rats
I've seen them kill
and grits I've had
would make a hill,
or maybe a mountain,
so what I need
from you on Sunday
is a different creed.
Preacher, please don't
promise me
streets of gold
and milk for free.
I stopped all milk
at four years old
and once I'm dead
I won't need gold.
I'd call a place
pure paradise
where families are loyal
and strangers are nice,
where the music is jazz
and the season is fall.
Promise me that
or nothing at all
Invictus
by
William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.



