The Things We Carry

I can feel your eyes, a sensation that leaves the fine hairs on the back of my neck bristle and my skin like that of a goose, as I stroll through the floral of this changed atmosphere. I walk alone, the new colors and clothes of fashion surround my plain white dress, the white in this new world of color. Laughter, with its once contagious quality, is all around me, yet the sound of it breaks upon my ears like the waves upon an unbroken cliff; failing to cause the remembrance of happier times to take the expression of my face in its own grasp. You blame me, you watch me, you placed this melancholy veil over me. Or was it I who did that? The sky opens the heavens to my eyes, the sun's warm embrace captures wrinkles of this weary face, yet my heart is heavy with the luggage I brought with me from Africa. Luggage that I could not toss into the sea, that I could forget about as I am welcomed into this tropical paradise.
I could see my children take to this new place, grow and learn and turn into fine young women. Where ever I look, I see other girls, privileged enough to get an education in such a fine example of a school. But they have not shared the pain my daughters have. They have not seen Africa, they were not there with my daughters. I pity them, but yet envy them for their blissful ignorance. Who are they to say they are educated? They talk about last night's homework, the upcoming dance, and complain about school work. They worry about their hair, clothes, make-up, and getting to their classes, passing by me, not noticing, not caring. I pass under shade of palm trees and native floral trees, the sun splashing across my face in random intervals. It could have been different you say, I could have been a different mother. But that is for another time, another place, for it has been done, I cannot change things now. The easy trade winds blow my hair around me in a frantic dance as I walk on, walk on.

This is an experimental Paragraph written by me through the perspective of Orleanna Price. What I am trying to do is see my school through her eyes as if she visited my school and walked around for a while. Hopefully it turned out sounding ok.