Descriptive Essay: The Civil Rights Movement

As I wake up to another day to of this tedious day of suffrage. Listening to the Elvis song that had played on the old flail boom box. I felt the contractions throughout my muscles as I sprang out of my bed. The floor was cold and the air was humid causing to me to get my robe and slippers. I walked over to the window seal to overlook the kid playing at the park. The smell of smog from factories rushed against my face as I unlatched the window seal. Memories just when I was a little boy playing at that same playground and the same smell of debris in the air was horrible.Emphatcally a crow had come quickly toward my window, quickly I slammed the window seal shut. After the refreshing shower I began to get dress to start my day off. I rushed
As the hours past staring at the same monotonous screen. The rapid tapping of the keyboards had begun to aggravate my ears. Finally at last it was time that time to go, time had seem as it was flying by. The day was still young but, therefore I decided to go a few places. Making my way down to the market I saw a little boycott group. “Let there be grapes, lettuce and gallo wine “Chanted the group of citizens. Arriving at my home from the grocery store I had a few thing that still had to be done. Not to mention that I had to still change my outfit, to begin my gratifying day. As I made my way out the apartment complex, catching the bus on the corner side. The graffiti that had cover all the brick of the buildings and skyscraper. Some of the monuments were marked territory of the blacks .Graffiti was had came with many
At last I had arrived at the night club ,there has been many people standing outside the club. Ten minutes later finally entering the night club. Loud music and the sound of people mumbling lyrics had ran through my ears. Strobe lights had flashed and flickered. Had lit the club up as if it was a light house. Making my way to the dance floor, dance cautiously in the crowded