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Thursday 28 July 2016

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Friday 1 July 2016

Muhammad Ali

Below is the entry I wrote for the Elsie Locke Writing competition. I chose to use Muhammad Ali as my subject because he stood up for civil rights, which is something I care about. While writing I learned the message 'we are all equal'. To me that means skin colour doesn't matter, nationality and race also don't matter, we are all equal because we are human beings.

MUHAMMAD ALI
I am so upset at myself because I didn’t know where my head was, but it was worth it. Finally, here I was in a cold damp bed with people surrounding me with their yellow teeth. They charged me with $10,000 dollars and the boxing association have stripped me of the World Heavyweight Title. This banned me from boxing in the United states. Black Americans also protested their abusers so I did the same.


I was lost in a maze of thoughts that was created by my lack of words to express them. I stood up and grabbed the bars of the jail door angrily.  My brain was frozen from all that thinking. So I decided to talk to the criminals behind the bars in the other cells.
“Can I ask you all a question? Well why are you all, in here?” I said with a nervous tone.
As I waited for someone to speak, I sat back down. There was silence, but the silence faded away when news reporters came rushing in to talk to the greatest boxer in the world.
“Muhammad, why did you refuse to go and fight for America?” asked a reporter.
“The reason why I am stuck behind these old bars is because I stood up for civil rights, I did not want to drop bombs or shoot sharp bullets at innocent people who have done nothing wrong to me or this country, I did not want to put on a uniform and travel 10,000 miles from home to see dead people on the ground and kill those who have children waiting for them.”  


The news reporters left, and I was still here, alone with no friends. I heard voices in my head and they told to me to not give up and that I still have my family beside me no matter what. It still had been a day of torture, sticks have been thrown on me, eyes have been ripped at and my body had been squeezed like a lemon. I screamed with pain, tears rushed down my cheeks like a waterfall and my hands and legs had been killed.
I was sent back to my cage with bruises.
Guards were laughing but, I spoke out, “We are also human, you should stop treating us like dogs and cats. We have rights too.”
No one heard me, I shook my head with disappointment. Before I sat down, I was sucked into my own world, blank just me, myself and I.
Until a strange voice appeared, “Muhammad, are you alright?”
“Yes, who are yo-.”
Before I could finish my sentence, the guy I was talking to was no longer there. My hand slipped into a small crack that became bigger like birds hatching and rain was pouring with anger. I sleep with my hand over my eyes and my legs crossed together. One day, maybe one day, I will get my freedom and talk to all those who have been treated like this.


By Mele

The hard part about this was coming up with the ideas. I overcame this by just focusing and thinking " What would Muhammad Ali do?".