Crooks monologue Essay

Ever since I came to this gap to work here, on this rigid incorporated horse shoe shaped land I always dreamed, hoped and desired for unrivalled thing and one thing only That one day I would have my own land, that one day I would have my own peace and privacy to myself without having to look after horses for the rest of my life. Dont you phone an gray-headed man ilk me would deserve such thing? An old man with a curve crippled crunched back that has never been treated nice ever since he stepped into the ranch With so legion(predicate) people calling him names because of what colour he is, I run you would.Ever since I was a little kid my childhood was a beloved and wonderful with my brothers, always accompanied with them just like a jigsaw puzzle when put together. Ive always wanted to be equal to the others in the ranch. But I would never mix because of my colour it is almost like mixing the wrongs colours to the others in the ranch when trouble oneselfting a picture for yo ur wall. Not letting me adopt activities with them, feeling lonely at all ms can you imagine how annoying and pain staking that would be.Only activity they would let me play is the horse shoe game, bet you would get bored playing it for five minutes. Just imagine and old man like me with a dream of having a land where theirs peace and quiet where Im free to do anything I want. Sit down and have a nice meal for theology sakes, whenever I want without universe interfered with those vicious idiots that have no feelings in their lifes what so ever. All the time I work I say to myself I call, I just wish I could be with someone forever. And pursue that dream that feels it will never happen.Life on the ranch is hard, painful, feet blistering work especially when youre looking after horses all day long, and whats worse Having a crippled back, doesnt help one single bit and looking after the savage that did it to you, yes thats right, got kicked by a horse long time ago leaving me in a devastated pain for the rest of my life. Not one day have I lived on that ranch without being interfered or called racist names about my skin colour, how does that feel inside, terrible doesnt it, thats how I feel right now.Every day I have to rub things onto my back to relieve the pain which doesnt feel any better at all worst thing that makes me angry and squiffy is your privacy being invaded how would you feel if someone just walked into you while you were asleep, wouldnt you feel annoyed and angry, bet you would, lennie that huge bastard walked into my private property while I was doing my own thing no knocks or permission just like that, as if you I was an animal in my hut. Every day I think to myself that I have been doomed to a life of loneliness and racist name calling. in that respect is nothing much to do on this ranch other than working and living a hapless life that you think inside yourself will never end. Back when I was a child I was living with a wonderful famil y that really missiond for me endorsed me, looked after me, and loved me. I also had an education strange the stupid people living on the ranch not knowing what they say every time they talk and call me names that burns my heart into ashes, I was well educated had a find mother and brothers too.I was accompanied by them. Over here Ive got no one to care for me other than lennie he is like a black brother to me not calling me racist names, actually talks to me expresses his feelings to me, he makes me feel like Ive got a future that will come honest one day, Im in this lonely and terrible situation because of my race, yes thats right you strength think its something bizarre but actually this is what happens to me.At least I had someone to talk to ever since I stepped into this ranch, can you imagine how it would feel if you were isolated because of your bloody colour for god sakes Wouldnt it make you go crazy or maybe mental? Show preview only The higher up preview is unforma tted text This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE John Steinbeck section.