Analysis of SkeeterEugenia "Skeeter" Phelan is a hard-working individual, intent on publishing a story revealing the turmoil of African American maids in her town, despite the negativity shown towards these women. In some cases, Skeeter seems sincerely concerned about the treatment of the maids in her town. However, Skeeter's interest in the lives of the maids can be attributed to Skeeter's aspiration to become an editor for Harper & Row, Publishers as well as finding the truth about her former maid Constantine.After her return from college, Skeeter finds her maid and primary confidant, Constantine, has moved away to "live with her people up in Chicago" (80). Constantine was the primary care-taker of Skeeter as she was growing up, and offered Skeeter the self-assurance she did not find from her mother. Constantine was, appropriately enough, a constant in Skeeter's life, and with her departure, Skeeter feels hopeless in the face of "these people," that surround
Hating Life......and Lack ThereofI hate how jittery she is.How calm she is.I hate how little she reacts.How she speaks of death lightly.(she ignores the blood on the concrete)(she found you)(she tried to push you out of your sleep)I've lost all the tears.The sorrows are wasted on her future.I miss you already.I hide your skin-soaked sheets.(I loved you so much)
Remember MeI miss the people that were important to me, once upon a time.I'm alone in that I don't want anyone around.She said I was overreacting.I said her priorities weren't in check.She said she's waiting for me to choke.I need her around.She wants me dead.She used to loved me.I'm alone now.She woke me up before she left.I cried when I woke up a second time.I want everyone around so I can be left alone.He came to entertain me with wistful stories.I need him around.He came as a surprise.He said I was confident.I said he had the nerve.He said he's waiting for me to come through.I need him more than ever.He doesn't know me.I'm alone in that I want anyone to remember me.Once upon a time, there were people important to me.
Black ComedyShe's Apologizing for Heavy HeartsJust looking at youThrough a cold screenMakes my stomach tingleAnd my soul implodeShe Wishes For a Light-Hearted Relief
Sweet TurpentineShe's trying so hard to keep you satisfied, don't you know? You're so stuck with the thoughts that you are everything, you don't realize everything she does is for you. She wants to keep you to herself. She cannot stand when others are around you. She hates leaving you alone with a person of same hair, same eyes, not a literal mirror of herself.She obsesses about you at night when she's alone. She sees you in everyone with curly, black hair and penetrating amber eyes. She imagines your lips curled around the hole of bottles, licking down the bitter liquid grains. She sniffs deeply, the smells of sweet turpentine.She feels perfect whenever she hears you talk. When she hears the light lisp that slides through your voice, her world stops, and nothing is worth more than that to her in the entire world. She wants nothing more than a playlist of all your favorite slangs and phrases, just to keep lull her into a welcomed inibriation. She can feel, rather than hear the difference between you
something rightcrying whilereading a[based on a true]story about a lonely boywith no friendsand i'm so gladi'm not himnot who he wasso i must be doingsomething rightand i'm getting betterat getting better