Blue, blue, blue yes it's true! My eyes are finally blue. Bluer than the sky, bluer than the ocean's water's, blue, blue, blue. I have a piece of a broken mirror that I keep in the little pocket of my dress so I can see my beautiful eyes. Frieda and Claudia don't understand 'cause they never had blue eyes before, and they just jealous. Aint' no one taking my blue eyes away. With these blue I will walk down the streets and everyone will say is that Pecola Breedlove with her beautiful blue eyes? I'll walk by stank old Maureen Peal and it'll kill her that my eyes are more beautiful than her's, and I'll get all the attention. My eyes will take me everywhere maybe even to Hollywood! These precious eyes of mine are like diamonds not everyone can have them, but I do and their mine all mine. Now no one will hurt me no more, they wont want hurt my beautiful blue eyes.
Reflection: I thought by using this conversation it would show how disturbed Pecola was. I tried my best to sound the way she would speak to make it as believable as possible.
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