Make Me Something Beautiful
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The summer of 1954 brings forth changes and realizations to two girls who find themselves separated by race, family, friends, and society. Rosalie Johnson must confront the demons of her past to move forward. Ida must find who she is in a changing world. Will love be enough to challenge a society unwilling to accept them? Can they accept each other? "You aren't scared?" She asks me and I know what she means. Of course I am scared. I am terrified of my mother finding me here, wrapped up in the arms of a woman. I am terrified of someone finding Ida in my arms and burning her home to the ground. Every component outside of this hill was terrifying. "Of loving you? Never."
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Make Me Something Beautiful Ida
I have never been to a funeral before. The church was packed full of people, each fanning away the heat with a large fan, their faces glistening with sweat and tears. My heart shattered again each time I heard the cries of anguish coming from Mattie in the front pew, her body wracked with sobs over and over until I am not sure I can take it anymore. Finally, it is over, and they try and take the casket out. I try to look away as Mattie throws herself toward the coffin of her baby and her friends gather around to bring her comfort. There is no comfort and we all know it, we just cannot mentally handle the sounds of her heartbreak any longer or our hearts will break too.My mother says we are not here to mourn, but to witness. We would not forget what happened to Mattie’s boy, and we would not forgive. There were two types of evil, she told us. Those who commit evil acts, and those who see them done and do nothing to stop them. We would not allow this to go unwitnes
Make Me Something Beautiful Rosalie
The cruelty of a small town is how quickly news travels, and once it starts it doesn’t stop. My heart ached for the mother who wept in the street. She hollered her sons name over and over from what I hear. I also heard they had to carry her home, she couldn’t find the strength to walk. I do not bother go to the hill this week, I know it will be vacant. I know the grass will blow in the breeze but it will not form the shape of my lover.I am not proud of my family, who sneered at the pain of a mother simply for the touch of love between her son and a woman. In fact I wish I could draw myself inwards and separate myself from it all. School is ablaze with the gossip of how he looked, each telling more dramatic and grandeur than the last. I taste the familiar taste of blood within my cheek as I press down, unable to listen further. It was too close for me. To think of the pain of Ida going through that was enough to bring me to the bathroom during lunch, my stom
Make Me Something Beautiful Ida
I sit at my kitchen table and watch as my mother takes off her maids uniform. She has been working for a new family lately and they keep her out late. I know it bothers her being away from us, but we all do our best to pretend her absence is practically unnoticed. She will be gone again before I wake up. She will need to be at the Smith family home before the sun to wake people up and feed them breakfast. It will not be long until I am doing the same thing. Day after day, cleaning after white people who can’t seem to stop making messes. I try and learn as much as possible now, that way when the day comes I get my own family it will not be so hard. My father died in the war when I was little, but people say he was a kind man, full of things to say to make people laugh. My mother says thats why she married him- he could make her laugh in a way nobody ever did. So far nobody has again. Our home is covered in pictures of him, with his wide smile and happy eyes. I have his
Make Me Something Beautiful Rosalie
1954.“Stand up straight,” My mother breathes the words to me under her breath and her fingers reach out and pinch me where others will not notice. I no longer whimper when she does it. “Do not forget to smile.” It is not a reassurance- it is a warning. A warning to be perfect. I practice at night, pulling my lips into the wide grin she favors. I practice the pitch and tone of my voice as I dutifully extend my hand and repeat over and over ‘Hello, it is nice to meet you’ and ‘I am Rosalie Anderson, it is nice to meet you.’ I practice until I am practically blue in the face and when I sleep I no longer know who I am. If I am Rosalie Anderson, the girl who does not like her mother. The girl who thinks there is more to life than this town. Or if I am Rosalie Anderson, the next beauty queen for the state, trophy daughter of Doctor Fred Anderson and Elizabeth Anderson.“I won’t,
Make Me Something Beautiful Prologue
Summer, 1954"Tell me something," I ask her, my eyelids half closed in a relaxed state only she can bring on. My hand is snaked underneath the lace of her top and she is breathing steadily, but her skin prickles in goosebumps that tells me my touch is wanted. I meet her here after work on Fridays, out on the hill right outside of town. Far enough away from people that we can exist without others eyes, but close enough to get back in a rush. Our love is reserved for Friday nights. Every other day it is hidden away like a diamond, stuffed deep down in some stuffy box we try and pretend does not exist.Our families do not know each other.Our friends do not know each other.Weshould not know each other.
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