Inner Thoughts

Inner Thoughts

Ever since the enlightenment, new ideas began to flourish, pouring upon the Earth, like a waterfall into a river. Bringing forth new inventions, new skill; yet people were and are still not united. We can’t understand that we are all still human, whether you’ve got more melanin in your skin than your neighbor. To this day, many people’s minds’ are too feeble to comprehend.

It started with jealousy, ending in hatred. Malicious actions take place every day. The world grows old and fatigue. Its defenders are few, and their voices are hushed. When one is heard, they are called mischievous, liars, they are accused of blasphemy, and they are the threat. This world has lost its voice, love has lost its meaning, life has lost its beauty; reconstruction of a new world, cannot be achieved by a mere man, let alone an entire nation.

“Ellie, you’ll be late for school!”

“Sorry ma,” Ellie replied.

“What’re you doing, hon? You’ll be late!” Sue, Ellie’s mother insisted.

“Sorry, I was writing,” Ellie explained.

“You can write when you get to school, now hurry and get your shoes on.”

Ellie and her mother had a unique bond; both opposed each other, but loved one another so firmly, it almost hurt.

“C’ya later, hon,” Ellie’s mother called, from the open car window, as Ellie walked to the school-house. Ellie was fifteen, and in the tenth grade. She had few, to no friends at all.

“Friendship is something to gain,” Ellie remembered her mother saying once; but to Ellie, friendship was just another headache.

“In the early 1600s, slavery began to creep into the Americas,” Mrs. Lumber, the World History teacher, began.

Ellie took out her notebook,

“You can write when you get to school,” Ellie heard her mother’s soft voice, almost a hum, in her head.

What’s the good of thoughts when they never become words? You have chained a body, but not a soul, a person, but not their minds’. If only you could have sealed their sense of logic, sense of thought, you would have succeeded.

The ocean, as large as it is, is overpowered by the wind. It may settle when it wishes, but will be pushed again, when the wind comes back around. Does that make the ocean, the winds’ property? No. The ocean is free, just like they once were.

“Ellie!” Mrs. Lumber yelled.

Ellie closed her book, and slowly waded into the brutal reality of her classroom; soft giggles spread around the class.

“Ellie, can you continue from where we left off, please?” Mrs. Lumber asked, in a more gentle approach.

“Uh…” Ellie stuttered.

“We hold these…” Mrs. Lumber said, tapping her finger, on Ellie’s book.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator, with certain unalienable rights that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness-”

“Please end here,” interrupted Mrs. Lumber, “Please explain these words.”

“Hypocrisy,” Ellie replied flatly, “The same creator(s) of these words had slaves, yet they speak of freedom! How can you say “all men are created equal” when in your eyes the colored were property!” Ellie’s voice began to rise,

“Women were only mere beings to keep in your household to bare your children; they had no life, they had no liberty, they had no happiness. How can the slaves find happiness, when they’re suffering from merely one meal a day, enduring ailment with poor medical treatment-” “That’s enough, thank you Ellie.”

Everyone focused on Ellie, who now felt like melting into her chair.

The bell suddenly rang, as if on cue. Students scrambled out of the class, and promiscuously lined the hall-ways. Mr. Paul, the English teacher, hadn’t yet opened the classroom door. Ellie leaned against the wall, and opened her notebook.

“What up punk,” laughed Angelina, Ellie’s bully since the fourth grade,

“Writing some more crap about freedom? Equal rights? You think you can do anything to change the way people see the world? You aren’t anything but a spoiled, little pest. No one will ever listen to you.”

With that Angelina and her groupies stormed away.