this was our poem for our conference presentation!
Remember me?
I was Rwanda
These days are like my cupboard memories
Chained to being who I am
Lying to make sure I survive
Differences between us faded
Known only by a stamp on a card
Tell me why I am
Anger controlled no longer
Stains wash over all around
We kept ourselves to trust
Fighting to stop the tears
I am helpless and powerless
Defenseless, nowhere to go
Taste these dry, fluorescent ashes
Ashes, remaining undetected
Dead and not returning
To the bloody plight
Describe to me a horizon
While I sit here, sitting dark
Does it still reflect this insanity
This country's damsels lay
Among my broken doors, these broken bones
Reflect the stillness of my neighbors
Confronting this absence
Of hope and heart
How do I piece my life back together
How do I learn to forgive
When the hatred still remains
Can I erase these marks
Can I go on in life
Wandering in this non-responsive world
The silence tells me
There's nothing left to say
These are my scarred,
Cupboard memories
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9 comments:
good poem. i didn't get to see you guys present. did you just do a poem, or a slideshow too?
wow awesome poem. i wish i could have seen your presentation!
i must say, one of the best things i've ever seen written
good job
wow nice job:) wish i had seen the presentation... i love the title.. cupboard memories...
wow that's really good beth!! i like that "cupboard memories" sounds really neat. and yeah i wish i saw the presentations... and yeha i'm repeating myself.
thanks you guys. we had fun doing it. getting into the deepness of it all and stuff it was cool. we did a slideshow of pictures off the net along with some drawings i did and also put it to the song "tears of the saints", the one i just posted. we want to present it during assembly. i dont think its perfect. thanks for the comments guys and insight hahabrent! thanks!
Describe to me a horizon
While I sit here, sitting dark
Does it still reflect this insanity
This country's damsels lay
Among my broken doors, these broken bones
Reflect the stillness of my neighbors
(that picture was gross though;) )
and you know it beth;)
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