AIDS in Africa
May 1, 2007
Poem about something in the world I wish I could change/get rid of/help.
AIDS in Africa
Your wounded eyes
cannot explain
what you see.
I peer through my
rosy frames my theme,
“I am well.
all must be well.”
Unaware and free.
Only if I knew
you say to yourself,
“Death, black, suffering
surrounds me now”
Just a child
tears fall
mothers fall
free the poverty-stricken
You’re not alone
God is with you even
though your family is not.
Not to worry child
they are with Him.
Let Him take care of them.
Let Him take care of you.
Wrap your fingers around hers.
Her stiff brittle fingers.
cold. Not sleeping.
You don’t leave her.
She’s all you have left.
Show me child,
give me some grief.
You stumble but cannot fall
Cannot be like her.
Not like them.
You are the survivor
five years old.
Receive a hug
smile a little, showing
your baby teeth.
Let Him take care of her
Let Him take care of you
Act out fight AIDS.
Labels: Poetry
posted by Marisha @ 4:33 PM
2 Comments:
wow, that is amazing. did you write that?????? i could have never done that. gives a whole new perspective on the sadness happening there, huh?
Of course I wrote it!! :P I write all the stuff I post on here silly.
it was a journal entry in my Creative writing notebook [we have entries every day bleehh,,]
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