I Am the AlphaI am the alpha,the supreme one,the leader.My will is the lawand my punishments just.I am the queen,the empress,the mighty one.You must all obeywithout any pause.I am in charge,the top dogforever.Yet somehow am lonesomein my spot at the head.I am the alpha,the empress,the leader.The one we rememberAnd are glad when they're dead.
Racism"They're different"says the girl with an inquisitive stare,pointing at the girls who aren't like her."They're dangerous"says the mother to her two small childrenher gaze accusing as they walk by."They're dirty"says the boy to his friends,laughing cruelly in another boys face."They're stupid"says the teacher with contempt,talking to a class of mere children."They're untrustworthy"says one man to another,guarding his wallet with unnecessary vigor."They're inferior"says the father to his son,his words more powerful than a thousand speeches.DangerousDirtyStupidUntrustworthyInferiorAll because they're different.
The EulogyIt was a quiet service, filled with the usual solemnity that followed funerals. The graveyard was silent, filled only with the sound of a single droning voice that spoke of sorrow and grief. The preacher stood, speaking over the coffin with the dignity of his position, carefully emphasizing every phrase that he felt was important."As a man of many friends, Mr. Smith was especially vibrant in his personality," the preacher was continuing, "Though I did not know the man, I have heard only good things about him. He was a strong man who knew what he wanted in life and set his goal to achieve it. He was a father, a son, a brother, and an uncle everything that a family could hope for. Although he has passed, we know he will be greatly missed."The preacher was a younger man with a boyish face and the same chivalrous charm that a knight might have, saving a beautiful princess. He was tall and lean, handsome and well spoken, and yet somehow there was no cheerfulness in him then. With e
Backwards MoralIt was a very pretty day when Henrietta Hen made her way through the barnyard. As she passed each farm animal snickers followed her and whispers taunted her with every step. It was a sad fact that Henrietta was not a pretty hen, sporting rough gray feathers and dull black eyes, and in her yard being beautiful was the same as being God himself. More than anything Henrietta wanted to be pretty.In the yard were other chickens, including the most attractive of all Raymond Rooster. Not only was Raymond a very handsome rooster, but he knew it and made it his business that everyone else know it too. Each day he would strut around showing all of the hens how very pretty he really was, and accordingly each would sigh and coddle as they were expected. Henrietta was not the only one to look longingly at Raymond's bright, flawless feathers, but she was the most desperate to get some for herself.Finally Henrietta made a plan. Each night she would sneak over to where Raymond slept in the ch