Teme

Filed under: Uncategorized — edinger at 7:35 am on Saturday, February 24, 2007

I lived with my mother and my brother and sister.
I remember the night when the men broke into my house.
I never saw my mother or brother again.
I cried for many nights on the ship.
I want to know if
I will ever see them again

will I?

I want to hear my language spoken.
I want to see my homeland in Africa.
I want to taste the foods of where I come from.
I sing little poems in the day on the ship
I think they sound like Africa.

I don’t like the colors in the new land so different from Africa.
The people their color is just not right
So I think.
I lived with my mother and my brother and sister, and I want them.

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Comment by Chris

March 8, 2007 @ 11:13 am

“I sing little poems in the day on the ship
I think they sound like Africa.”

I loved these two lines. They convey a real sense of another person and his or her sense memory. Lovely work.

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