The event that I'm going too write about is when my Uncle who was like a farther figure to me passed away. I can elaborate on this as a poem by expanding about how people don't really "die when they meet death" as stated in (Honnet). Explain how just because someone you love passes away doesn't mean you have to stop pursing your dreams and give up on life. The reason why I thought about the topic to elaborate as a poem is because, a lot of times we don't know how to deliver news about death, or speak on it without just saying "she or he is dead". Also, sometimes the words that we are looking for to describe the great suffering that comes with the loss of a loved one or someone we knew are hard to find. So this is when we can turn death into what we're discussing about "poetry". With me entwining in the death of my uncle who was a father figure to me, allows me to be able to look over the sadness of this devastating news and, allows me to see the light side of this grieving process that's helping me see the beauty of this thing we call life. I pray that his living wasn't in vein.
When I was doing this post I decided to look at Demarshun for my male and for my female I chose Dainty. When reading Demarshun post his view on women was " the modern day woman in majority of households is the head of that household. I remember there was a time, when the "man of the house" made decisions and those decisions was the law of that house". whereas, when reading Dainty post she feels as if , "most women play the role of both wife and mother, but also as a contributing and equal member of the household and society". When reading each of these post they both shared a similar thought in regards to women having more say so, then back in the day.
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