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Read the following excerpt from Zora Neale Hurston's essay "How It Feels to Be Colored Me" (1928).

"But in the main, I feel like a brown bag of miscellany propped against a wall. Against a wall in company with other bags, white, red and yellow. Pour out the contents, and there is discovered a jumble of small things priceless and worthless. A first-water diamond, an empty spool, bits of broken glass, lengths of string, a key to a door long since crumbled away, a rusty knife-blade, old shoes saved for a road that never was and never will be, a nail bent under the weight of things too heavy for any nail, a dried flower or two still a little fragrant. In your hand is the brown bag. On the ground before you is the jumble it held--so much like the jumble in the bags, could they be emptied, that all might be dumped in a single heap and the bags refilled without altering the content of any greatly. A bit of colored glass more or less would not matter. Perhaps that is how the Great Stuffer of Bags filled them in the first place--who knows?"



So much is going on in this short passage. She speaks of race, of finding one's identity, of "the Great Stuffer of Bags" - the Creator and the cosmos.

In your post create a metaphor that describes what you feel like.

Give at least three different tangible items that help us understand who you are and where you find yourself physically, spiritually, and emotionally at this point in your life.