Reread the poem, "I look at the world" by Langston Hughes, and think about its meaning. Then, think about about how YOU look at the world. Either distant, or from your immediate surroundings.
What do you see from your own eyes?
What might be holding you back?
Or what is pushing you forward?
What choices do you need to make?
Are there any barriers that need to come down?
If so, what are they?
These are just questions to give you ideas to think. Do not stick to these only.

Requirements:
Once you've jotted down your own ideas write a poem about it in this manner:

Title: I look at the world
Length: THREE (3) stanzas
Length: FIVE (5) lines per stanza
Rhyme: It does not need to rhyme; but I challenge you to do so.
* You may only copy the one line that reads: "I look at the world". THAT'S IT.
NO OTHER LINE MAY BE COPIED IN ANY WAY!

poem: I look at the world
From awakening eyes in a black face—
And this is what I see:
This fenced-off narrow space
Assigned to me.

I look then at the silly walls
Through dark eyes in a dark face—
And this is what I know:
That all these walls oppression builds
Will have to go!

I look at my own body
With eyes no longer blind—
And I see that my own hands can make
The world that’s in my mind.
Then let us hurry, comrades,
The road to find.

In chapter 6 of frankenstein, how does victor’s perspective on his life change from the time he reads elizabeth’s letter until the following summer? write a response in which you identify victor’s perspective regarding his life toward the beginning and the end of the chapter. explain and support your response using evidence from the text.

Which trait is used to evaluate a writer's opinion and purpose? a. voice b. ideas and content c. organization d. conventions a. voice

Which three parts of this passage from chapter 6 of emily brontë's wuthering heights show that hindley earnshaw did not care about the well-being of catherine and heathcliff after the death of mr. earnshaw? they both promised fair to grow up as rude as savages; the young master being entirely negligent how they behaved, and what they did, so they kept clear of him. he would not even have seen after their going to church on sundays, only joseph and the curate reprimanded his carelessness when they absented themselves; and that reminded him to order heathcliff a flogging, and catherine a fast from dinner or supper. but it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and remain there all day, and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. the curate might set as many chapters as he for catherine to get by heart, and joseph might thrash heathcliff till his arm ached; they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge; and many a time i’ve cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily, and i not daring to speak a syllable, for fear of losing the small power i still retained over the unfriended creatures. one sunday evening, it chanced that they were banished from the sitting-room, for making a noise, or a light offence of the kind; and when i went to call them to supper, i could discover them nowhere. we searched the house, above and below, and the yard and stables; they were invisible: and, at last, hindley in a passion told us to bolt the doors, and swore nobody should let them in that night. the household went to bed; and i, too, anxious to lie down, opened my lattice and put my head out to hearken, though it rained: determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition, should they return.