I found a keeper today during English class.

“When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Then after that some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomness in the sparks make them hunt for one another, but the mud is deaf and dumb. Like all the other tumbling mud-balls, Jane had tried to show her shine.

(Janie is the narrator, and she is speaking of her Grandmothers oppression of Janie’s individuality and freedom.)

I hope you like it!