To segregate means to split. To separate, to spread apart.
Your answer: Separate.
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Jim Crow laws were a series of laws passed in the 1800's. It made sure that blacks and whites were separated. All these laws went on until Martin Luther King Jr. put an end to them in 1963.
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I think the distribution used was lottery. i'm not 100 percent sure tho, were there choices?
In the story 'The River' by Mark Twain, he uses an extended metaphor, comparing the Mississippi river to books, art, and poetry. In ‘reading the river’ the pilot’s rigorous study of the river is referred to, Twain regard this as reading a book.
“The face of the water in time became a wonderful book- a book that was a dead language to the uneducated passenger but which told its mind to me without reserve, delivering its most cherished secrets as clearly as if it uttered them with a voice.”
In the above line, Twain compares water to the book. The sight of the pilot is compared to that of passenger’s is another extended metaphor used. He compares it with “italicized passages”, “shouting exclamation points” and the “pretty pictures". To the pilot’s eye, such features of the river becomes the language of water. However, how the river is being read as a book depends upon one’s experience who is reading, as it can have different meanings.
I feel like everyone is against me. The looks from the crowd staring into my soul but not quite seeing the real me but the things that tear me apart. My opinions are invalid and it is what it is because no one bothers to listen. To have a leaning shoulder is nearly impossible when you are the shoulder others lean on to feel secure. All the pain is bottled up and when a little seeps out everything is against you ,because no one will truly understand how every word stabs me deeper and deeper until I’m lying dead on the floor with no pulse. It’s only what they see that is true to them, but what society expects is what is accepted, because my feelings are invalid as if I’ve I put a coin into a coin slot and didn’t register like it was supposed to. They don’t understand how I feel and just toss my feelings like trash that pollutes my heart. Day by day it only gets worse and I feel the hurt, deep inside of me as if there is no way to harness love to save me because no one cares.
- [Alicia]
This is one of my favorite memoir/poems I’ve written, please give me credit.
