I Am Killed Alive
I am seeing death wherever I am.
I am listening to death whenever I dream.
I am touching death in whatever I handle.
They say I am traumatized
but I am killed alive. Continue Reading…
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Poetry of the Future
I am a collage of the people I have known. I can tell a million heartbreaking stories and yet none of them are my own. I can paint a picture of fear, pain and betrayal but my face would get lost in the images of the events that I know about but never experienced. I am a woman of my time. I live my life questioning the prejudices that were chosen for me long before I could make up my own. I am 20 years old and I am afraid to imagine what I’ll look like in ten years time if I do not make a legacy of my own. I dream of hope and of change. I fantasize about greatness and using that greatness to forge a perfect world, albeit a small one, but a perfect one nonetheless for that child who has experienced more than most read about in a lifetime, and for that one yet to be born. Continue Reading…