Analytical Essay of "How It Feels to Be Colored Me" by Zora Hurston

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“How It Feels To Be Colored Me” By Zora Neale Hurston
This is an analytical essay on “How It Feels To Be Colored Me” by Zora Neale Hurston. She summarizes the ways she sees black and white people, when she was living in a town of mostly blacks, and when she moved to Jacksonville where it was the opposite and then she was outnumbered by white people. Insert opinion here.

She lived in a town called Eatonville, where she speaks about the only time she would see white people was then they drove through Eatonville on their way to Orlando. She didn’t speak bad of the whites, she seen them just the same as here, except they drove in fancy automobiles. She says that she got as much excitement whenever she saw the tourists, as they did. Even though she enjoyed trying to talk to them while they were in town, on a horse or by automobile, she made it understandable that her family or anyone else in town for that matter did not want her talking to them. But Zora did not seem to care, she carries on about whites listening to her sing for them or “speak pieces” and they would offer her small favors, the blacks on the other hand would not offer her anything. It was very eye opening when you realize how much of a good hearted independent girl she was then, she called herself the first “welcome-to-our-state” Floridian.

Not until she was thirteen when Zora moved to Jacksonville, did she begin to see herself differently as whites. “I was now a little colored girl”, she explained. But she still did not feel sorry for being colored, or hold anything against herself for it. “I do not weep at the world-I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife”, Zora kept this essay very entertaining using these creative ways of seeing her day to day life.

Zora stayed strong through all of these rough patches in her life, she said it very creatively about not keeping herself down. “I am off to a flying start and I must not halt in the stretch to look behind and weep” is one thing she...
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