Hurston, Zora How It Feels To Be Colored Me My Bag Essays

Hurston, Zora How It Feels to Be Colored Me My Bag English Lit./Comp. Perhaps one of the most profound pieces of African American short story literature is Zora Hurstons' How It Feels to Be Colored Me. In the conclusion of her short story, Hurston depicts her own life experiences through the personification of a brown bag and its contents. To detail my life through mere contents of a paper bag is a difficult task, however, I am a simple man among many, trying not to drown in an ocean of complexity more commonly known as society. My bag is comprised of many objects, some which I have yet to use and others that have already expired. The first content inside my bag is a pack of wet matches that can no longer be used to light the path I must travel to reach my destiny. The next object inside my bag is a two-way radio that has been partially damaged, only able to receive information not transmit it. The radio develops my keen listening skills but it does not allow me to call for help or be heard in any way. The third item found within my bag is an inflatable life vest which could be used to save my life, except that large holes have worn through its exhausted material. The next item contained within my bag is a small bible that I once read daily. Now the pages within the bible are stained with water of incertitude and the smeared ink that was once writing is now a collection of modern art masterpieces upon the blessed canvas from which previously read. The unexpired contents of my brown bag include a golden needle with silver thread, a collection of postal stamps and a small lighter. I am a strong believer in mankind's ability to believe in himself, but he must utilize the contents inside his own bag to overcome the seemingly insurmountable obstacles of life. As for the remaining contents of my bag, I can only hypothesize how they may be used to help me stay afloat in this large ocean of life. Through a careful examination of my life the realization of simplicity is evident. I strive to be myself, for as myself I believe that individuality is the strongest light, the quickest way to be heard and the only method of staying afloat in today's society. Perhaps the "Great Stuffer of Bags" stuffed all of the bags a little too similar to each other.