For Analyzing Perspective I focused on The case of Central Park five. The five young teens ages 14 to 16 who were wrongfully convicted of raping a lady at the park. Until a guy named Matias Reyes years later had confessed to the raping. I think this case was great for Analyzing perspective because I could look at views from the public, the police and the five boys convicted, I chose to do the perspective of the five boys convicted and do a spoken word. A poem that is spoken. In my poem you'll see theres a-lot of description that I tried to capture for their POV and I used words that rhyme through out the poem. My message was for others to get an understanding of how they were affected by this case that took their youth away. Below is the link to my spoken word
On my streets Police were not heroes they were our enemies separation between black and whites poorest in riches I remember me and my boys talking bout owning a business Not being behind bars with these deep invisible scars. never thought the white man in a uniform and badge come knocking on my door. Having to prove my innocence started to feel like war. being suspect to a rape case my world came crashing down. Media made us look like clowns. Labeled us as thugs “wilding” mimicking our slang. if you look closely at the video tape the repetition in my words and body language you can see things started to look like boomerang. I was hearing things I never heard before. I was fourteen I didn't know nothing about sex. I couldn’t believe that was me up there telling a lie to a serious crime. “Tell him what they want to hear’ is what my father told me. I woulda never confess to something I didn't do. I was just ready to get outta that room. I was 16 I wasn’t the smartest I barely knew how to read They used that against me. Digging so deep to get an answer outta me. I could see the pain in my momma face When she heard the confession tape. Feeling the fear of Being locked up for years Time went by slowly This nightmare became reality Feeling alone nobody on my side I was feeling traumatized Hardly sleeping My nerves began creeping Dreams haunting me at night You go days wondering if your family still putting up a fight I was sent to Riker island the worst. Being tried as an adult Today Im feeling distraught What if I hadn't gone to show my support Would I skip these horrific days Being young again playing on the basketball court What if... is all i ever think of Today its hard to show any love. Being tricked lied to just to end up in a facility Everything messing up my mentality my life became a twisted storm I am no good in any shape or form. When my father left I could feel the hurt in my chest I been holding onto all this anger Thinking of my dad just gets me upset I seen him turn into a zombie I distracted myself with some hobbies A cloud hovering over my head Of guilt and shame Doubt and pain he's passed away and I can feel my throat tightening My stomach turning My insides burning But I was cold holding everything in Would god forgive me of my sins For once hating him For he should of had my back So things could be back on track. Days now go by ima grown man outta this cell My heart on a day to day swells I hold onto this grudge I don't budge. Life continues I’ll still have the blues When I was behind bars My heart became behind bars My soul became behind bars My hope was behind bars
I lost all hope I washed days of disappointment With richest soap I lost all faith in god Because i was at odds Most people hated us Crazy how things can get mixed up They wanted us in cuffs Trying to get people to believe I rather them to just go ahead an leave Cause i knew the truth The system it just assumes My knowledge spreads like butter You Cant promise me things will get better How can i be a citizen For all this nonsense i got put in Yeah i'm exonerated But most days i'm still feeling agitated Because I feel like puppet tied on strings Memories of time lost stings Hard to get a job being listed as a felon You'd think now that i'm free things would start to feel like heaven I can say sorry to Korey as much as I want But I know it will never be enough The pain is stuck In my guts Knowing that he came to support me Tsunami of media came flew around when we was found guilty Now the media is a dessert now that we were found innocent The criminal justice says your innocent until proven guilty But if your Black or brown you have to prove yourself innocent Or you'll find yourself in some incidents. Our story just happened to get heard But what about the stories that goes unheard we got kidnapped from our youth and future our feelings been put into torture We were survivors We walked through the darkness Now we getting told find our happiness So we stand today to make a change The system got us hooked onto chains. - Zakara Preston
Art
For art I did Analyzing perspective with the portraits of Korey Wise. who went through the most of just going to the Police station to support his friend Yusef and ended up being interrogated strongly by the police and tricked into making a confession. Since he was the oldest 16 years old he was sent to Rikers island and its a very bad prison so he went through a lot.
This is The two portraits of Korey wise one as a child one as an adult. the news paper shows parts of the media and how they portrayed him when he was a young boy and he looks nervous. The bottom picture is Suppose to be Korey wise older and the back ground is just white gesso its simple because thats what I wanted to portray that now he's aged and he lost his youth for a wrongful conviction.