Tired: A Short Story

Tired: A Short Story

Better late than never. Rosa Parks was tired.


Air puffed my face as the yellow-red bus pulled up to the stop and stalled. I fixed my glasses and lifted my bag. The door opened, and I paid my fare when I boarded. I was tired.

The faces of the white folks varied in expression. Some held indifference as I walked passed. Frowns wrinkled the foreheads of others. Even one or two shone with curiosity, but I shuffled passed, swaying as the bus began to move again. I wouldn't bother any of them, and they wouldn't bother me.

The first row of the colored section had two empty seats. I sat in the middle one. The colored section sign was to my left. The bus stopped again, and I looked up when a colored man sat next to me. We shifted, shared a smile, settled. The bus moved on, stopping every few moments and filling up.

Soon, the 10 white people seats in front of me filled. Some of the white folks were standing. When the bus stopped again, the bus driver parked and stood up from his seat. He was walking towards us. I watched as he picked up the colored section sign and moved it a row behind me.

The four of us sitting there looked up at the white driver. I could tell some of us were confused, but I could figure out what was happening. And I was tired.

The driver waved his hand at us.

"Y'all better make it light on yourselves and let me have those seats."

We all hesitated at first. Then the other three stood. I didn't want to stand. I thought of Emmett Till, the colored boy who was lynched in Mississippi, and I was tired. Instead of standing, I moved to the window seat. I felt determination lock down on my legs so strongly that I wouldn't have even been able to stand if I had wanted to after that.

The white driver looked at me. I looked at him.

"Why don't you stand up?"

I shook my head. I was tired.

"No, sir. I don't think I should have to stand up."

Folks were looking, but I didn't move. Let them look. I was tired, and I wasn't going to move.

The white driver looked like he didn't know what to do with me.

"Well, if you don't stand up," he said, "I'm going to have to call the police and have you arrested."

I nodded. Yes, he would have to. I wasn't going to move until someone made me. I was tired.

"You may do that."

I looked out the window. I was tired — tired of giving in.

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A Revival: Greek And Roman Impact On The Renaissance

How Renaissance artists departed from the Gothic style

Just as the Romans were often known as Greek imitators, the artists of the Renaissance took a big interest in ancient Greek and Roman art. Therefore, the Renaissance came to be known as an era of revival, one in which the influence of Greek and Roman art was seen in both art and architecture. Pieces such as the Palazzo Rucellai, David, and Birth of Venus are all noted for being composed of both Greek and Roman elements and styles.

The Palazzo Rucellai stands as a landmark Renaissance palace, designed in 1446 by well-known Italian architects Leon Battista Alberti and Bernardo Rossellino. The humanistic influence of the 15th century is noted in its composition, but most importantly, the structural elements of ancient Rome are incorporated within the structure. The Roman-like arches, pilasters, and entablatures give the impression of strength. The pilasters are composed of Doric, Ionic, and Corinthian orders which are reminiscent of the Colosseum. Just as the pilasters of the Colosseum are used for a decorative purpose, the ones of the Palazzo Rucellai also depart from simply providing structural support.

The David sculpture was created by the notorious Donatello. Donatello was known for his studies of Greek and Roman art, which allowed for him to make a connection between the classical world and the Renaissance. The Greek formula for contrapposto is noted in this sculpture, as his weight appears to be mostly on the right foot while the left leg seems to be more relaxed. The Greek influence is also demonstrated as David is fully nude, which departs from the clothed Biblical figures of the Gothic era and instead resonates Greek conventions. Just as the Greek Kritios Boy is described as “the first beautiful nude in art,” the bronze David was the first freestanding nude of the Renaissance.

The Birth of Venus, created by Sandro Botticelli, also appears to carry Greek and Roman influences into the Renaissance era in which it was constructed. Just like the Roman marble Aphrodite of Menophantos, the Birth of Venus employs the Capitoline Venus pose in which Venus covers her breasts with her right arm and her groin with her left arm. An obvious allusion to Roman art is the use of the Roman goddess Venus as the subject of the painting. The use of classical subject matter is strategical as it appeals to the rich Florentines who patronized such pieces.

The Renaissance is known as the “rebirth” or “revival” of Greek and Roman styles and conventions. Such Greek and Roman influences are well noted in the Italian-made pieces such as The Palazzo Rucellai, which can be compared to the Colosseum, David, which can be compared to the Kritios Boy, and The Birth of Venus, which can be compared to the Aphrodite of Menophantos. It is this revival that is credited with helping European artists and architects depart from Gothic styles, among others, while bringing back notorious Greek and Roman ones.

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An Imperfect Relationship: A Poem

Opposites attract.


It's not complicated; our heads are one.

Your hand is a snake.

My hand is a flower.

I embrace your hand in mine.

Wanting to accept, you push them away; hesitant.

Some say we're not perfect.

But I think we are.

We're free of conformity,

We think differently

From those whose souls

Are fixed on this idea

Of a perfect relationship:

That two partners must share similarities

But we are the opposite

And I love that.

My body is ecstatic with you.

Your name is forgotten,

But that doesn't matter.

Morning thoughts like these

As I roll over

And see your angelic face; dreaming.

In the life before this one, I dreamt, too.

Some days I was falling.

Falling out of the sky after a heartbreak,

Falling out of love, never in it,

Until I met you.

Some days I kept focus

On the dim light at the end of the tunnel,

On time before it runs out.

Now I focus on you, of course.

On what could be our life together.

Because in the past, I was not happier.

Surrounded by betrayals and lies,

I had to leave; fly away.

So I grew wings.

I soared until I found you

And I never came back.

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