Fight for Freedom

Practice with Personification


“We want justice! We need justice! We are the people!”
The tear gas brings tears to my eyes like balloons bursting on dry skin. The cloudy ash fills my lungs as I choke back the fiery dust. It is very cloudy, and I can no longer see. Suddenly, horrific screams cry out of the darkness. Hard whips and smacks began to peer out. I am Civil Rights.