In my childhood in The South Bronx, I was introduced to Greek mythology by my 6th grade English teacher, Ms Raesade, who was proud of me for achieving an 11th grade reading level and believed I would write The Next Great American Novel.
I read about Eros, the son of Venus, goddess of love. I saw
Botticelli’s majestic painting called The Birth Of Venus and my mouth dropped.
She looked like my teacher, she of the Mona Lisa smile of
the mystery of life!
Most of my teachers have been women worthy of being called
The Amazons.
They were drawn from Heaven to summon the better angel of my
nature.
So I decided to become the next James Bond at the age of 7.
Ladies, I’m on your Majesty’s Secret Service.
LOL
Jane! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of Public
School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Graffiti from Here To
Eternity!!!
