Don T Provoke The Bees Rhetorical Analysis
I never wanted any of this. You know that, right? I didn't choose any of this.Where do you think evil comes from? Do you think people decide to be bad? Do you think the devil knows who he is? Do you think it's all his fault? I didn't choose to be this way, okay? I need you to know that. But I also need you to know that I don’t regret this.
Pleading not guilty doesn’t always mean you didn’t do it. In this piece, an 18 year old girl on trial for murder decides to defend not the fact that she murdered someone, but rather that her reason was justified. As she tells her side of the story, the jury is forced to decide whether she's innocent or guilty; and whether it can truly be in someone's genetics to kill.
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There's something kind of fascinating about imagining who they could be. And the social workers always told us not to get our hopes up too much, just in case. They said that we weren't given up because our parents didn't love us, but only because they couldn't take care of us at that point in our lives.
I don’t remember when I realized that was a lie. Some of us were there because our parents didn't love us. We just didn't know it yet.
My third grade teacher told me to always be careful when meeting new people. She told me that they might not look dangerous, but some people could hurt me. And she said that once I knew they could hurt me, I had to get out of there fast.
I didn't really get that, you know?
So she told me that people were like bees. And bees don't mess with you unless you mess with them first. So you have to leave them alone. Don't provoke the bees, you know?
So I turned 18 on December 27th and I knew where I was going to celebrate my birthday. Bridgeport Connecticut. More specifically, 6745 Brooks Lane. My mother's house.
I had tracked her down a few months prior in anticipation. It was hard. I don't think she wanted to be found. I was only able to find her because she had bought the house last year. There was nothing else about her online; that I could find. No jobs, no achievements, no …show more content…
I guess I wasn't really shocked at all.
Remember how I said that some of our parents just didn't love us?
I was one of them.
She looked like me. I wish she hadn't.
I stood there, standing on her front porch like an idiot. And she told me to leave. And there I was. I had done everything right. I got straight A's, I was on varsity soccer, I was the newspaper editor, I had tons of friends, and I wasn't good enough. I never was good enough for anything, was I? Everything I did was because I thought my parents would like me if I did it. Who was I? It wasn't until I was standing on those front steps, the house still shaking with the vibrations of a slammed door, when I realized I was never going to be good enough.
The reason she didn't love me wasn't that I had almost gotten a B in physics sophomore year. She didn't love me because of my blood.
I got a hotel that night and I went to the library of that stupid small town and I asked around. It took me 2 weeks to figure out the truth. Two weeks and a visit to a maximum security prison.
Two weeks and a "you look just like her"
She didn't love me because of my
Pleading not guilty doesn’t always mean you didn’t do it. In this piece, an 18 year old girl on trial for murder decides to defend not the fact that she murdered someone, but rather that her reason was justified. As she tells her side of the story, the jury is forced to decide whether she's innocent or guilty; and whether it can truly be in someone's genetics to kill.
Don't Provoke the Bees: an original …show more content…
There's something kind of fascinating about imagining who they could be. And the social workers always told us not to get our hopes up too much, just in case. They said that we weren't given up because our parents didn't love us, but only because they couldn't take care of us at that point in our lives.
I don’t remember when I realized that was a lie. Some of us were there because our parents didn't love us. We just didn't know it yet.
My third grade teacher told me to always be careful when meeting new people. She told me that they might not look dangerous, but some people could hurt me. And she said that once I knew they could hurt me, I had to get out of there fast.
I didn't really get that, you know?
So she told me that people were like bees. And bees don't mess with you unless you mess with them first. So you have to leave them alone. Don't provoke the bees, you know?
So I turned 18 on December 27th and I knew where I was going to celebrate my birthday. Bridgeport Connecticut. More specifically, 6745 Brooks Lane. My mother's house.
I had tracked her down a few months prior in anticipation. It was hard. I don't think she wanted to be found. I was only able to find her because she had bought the house last year. There was nothing else about her online; that I could find. No jobs, no achievements, no …show more content…
I guess I wasn't really shocked at all.
Remember how I said that some of our parents just didn't love us?
I was one of them.
She looked like me. I wish she hadn't.
I stood there, standing on her front porch like an idiot. And she told me to leave. And there I was. I had done everything right. I got straight A's, I was on varsity soccer, I was the newspaper editor, I had tons of friends, and I wasn't good enough. I never was good enough for anything, was I? Everything I did was because I thought my parents would like me if I did it. Who was I? It wasn't until I was standing on those front steps, the house still shaking with the vibrations of a slammed door, when I realized I was never going to be good enough.
The reason she didn't love me wasn't that I had almost gotten a B in physics sophomore year. She didn't love me because of my blood.
I got a hotel that night and I went to the library of that stupid small town and I asked around. It took me 2 weeks to figure out the truth. Two weeks and a visit to a maximum security prison.
Two weeks and a "you look just like her"
She didn't love me because of my