It fights valiantly against the wind, whipping back each time it is shot down. The tranquility of flying the kite is one attained only by those with the innocence of children, yet the very nature of the kite is anything but. It is flown to compete. It serves as a tool to assert domination as the man cuts down the kite of his inferior and is rewarded with applauds and boasts of great accomplishment. Surrounded by many, man does not find happiness in the praise, rather the source of his victory being another’s defeat. Why is it that he gains such brutal satisfaction, a thirst that non other can quench, but acts that stem from such jealousy and insecurity? Forever, proving that he is not only capable, but better than the next. If he does not abide by the unspoken rules of human nature itself, why is it that society is scarcely hesitant to burn the male equivalency of the scarlet letter upon him. Such discrimination and deterioration, to justify and represent that he whom carries the mark, was not able to bully another into accepting defeat along with the role of the man’s inferior. It’s this same insecurity that courses through the veins of the population of man himself and has yet to see the end of its’ time. Although some mask it through their fictitious visors, it is amplified in the plot of each hero’s success and the desire to mimic such is apparent in the man’s eyes, some may even say more so than his lust for women. Hercules is proclaimed a victor at the cost of the lives of the Nemean Lion and the Lernaean Hydra, along with many others, and at the loss of Typhon and Echidna. Why was such a fate bestowed upon them, when any man who’s lived can deduce that gray is the only hue of truth. Still, it is the victors that relay the anecdotes of such feats. It is this same poison that enables us to empathize with the bastards’ hesitance in welcoming familial ties. The same venom that allows some of us to apprehend, and others to advocate for fatal consequences to preserve justice. For what is right and what is wrong, would be the same as differentiating the white from the black in a truth that indecipherably ash. Just as it impossible to separate, the innocence of flying a kite, from the violent victory displayed in its’ rivalrous soaring against the battling winds.

Reflection: The goal of this piece was to restate the commonly said phrase, “not everything is white and black,” While drawing a connection to some of the ‘white and black’ stories that form the very foundation of civilization itself. Pluralizing women and children is to mimic the backwards mindset of the idea that man is great and the others are disposable, to parallel this idea of ‘white and black’ with the same ignorance. Raw emotions of lust, and abandonment are mentioned in this piece to draw connection and facilitate the understanding of the main idea of the piece. There are definitely ‘big ideas’ in this piece that were mentioned and not elaborated, and I will revisit them in the future as I let the phrases sink in to understand the implications of the text rather than the sounds of the words themselves. I tried to experiment a little more with the bouncing rhythm of the words, while adhering to their diction. This is definitely a strong piece that may rub wrongly with some, and well with others. It is experimental, and I will evolve it so that the major idea is highlighted in the end.