MOTHER LAND

Mother land of fresh croissant

To you could be sweet deceiving your decent

Beautiful antique architecture

Embellish flow of the river’s adventure

Illegal merchant dare

and chased by cop of Saint Blaire

The million golden lights

Give color of beuty at first sight

“Black” “Blanc”"Beurre” like they call it in the ghetto

It’s not painful to know

City  just recognize his pure blooded

since Race does matter to be admitted

cuz we mutts were not invited

For I was find discriminated

Light skinned or shaded

the colored bag is the same

when politics is insane

love or hate

it’s ip to you to find your mate

Remember that you are slave of mind

though diamond gold,you’ll find

Parisian metro runs everywhere

But are you there?

Cuz the 2nd generation is no fair.

Twa

Some member of  blogging class

screening print

 This is a picture of the Twa crew at the treehouse bookstore.There we learn are two print the design on our shirts

Sad me…….Twa is over

 Yep………The summer program is over.I woke up this morning thinking about how much i wish i could go back to Temple.i have nothing to do now.Summer is kind of boring espacially when none of my friend are available because they have to work.I too tried to find a job but people don’t seem to want to give me a change.Since i am so bored i thought i’d post one of the paragraph that I wrote about TWA.

 

It’s only hours before the end of TWA summer program and already, my vocabulary lack of word to express how much I will miss the program. I realize as I catch the subway to Cecil B. Moore for the last time, that this was definitely a life changing experience. I learned so much things. I learned how to express myself in different way, make books and most importantly about revision (I used to hate it but now I actually like the purpose of it).I also created many of my greatest written piece during this short period of time. I never knew I could right the way I do. It made me feel confident about achieving the best.

Not only I learned a lot but I had lot of fun. I got to be on Temple university campus and experience what its like to be in college with my new friends. Quisha, Leslie and I would go over to the food court and chill or have crazy laugh.

I loved the program. If I were to do it over, I would do it with no second though.

 

 

 

 

One last thing I miss you alllllllll so much,Quisha,Lez,Manda,Mrs.L-T…………..love ya

Invisible Child

The soul draws the breathing individual

Invisible child lives the not-so-special

Uganda does not pay Friday

No broken home nor home or strawberries

The biggest enemy is ignorance

For what matters the most is love.

 

Black skinned fight-no intense love

The blood abduction fades the individual

Leaves a black ignorance

Would that help the rest of the world realize, he’s special?

Give him strawberry

and he’ll wine every Friday.

 

Everyday is Friday

They ask where is the peach love?

because life lacks the sweetness of strawberry

Like the days, when no one is individual

The days when there is no exception to not special

which classifies the child as invisible and ignorant.

 

The bare bleeding feet are ignorant

They walk on stony roads of Friday

and hide at night to find little peace that’s special

They cry tears for the love

that is taken for granted by lucky individuals

who are too good for strawberries.

 

They hope to find strawberries

because the hunger stays ignorant,

Neither procrastinated nor individual

It doesn’t wait until Friday.

Meals from mother love

Are needed for starving stomach of a child who’s special.

 

Today give me amour, special

and I’ll appreciate burnt strawberries

I wish I could stretch my warm love

For you know that my heart is not ignorant.

“It is beeping for the invisible Children” every day not only Friday

At last it says a prayer to the all Mighty God to make you special.

 

www.invisiblechildren.com

Routine Matinal

 

Eye stuck together like wet corn meal not ready to release tiredness of yesterday

Slept on a huge pillow,it lays on my aunt’s chocolate leather couch

Outfits i put together weren’t good enough slash too good to my eyes

End up choosing anything

I wish I was still asleep, no ironing required

Cheerios for me, cat food for the kitties

It’s humid in the city again, rain in the city again

Quick pace,  hot steps I took to the train station were a pain.

This is a poem that my poetry class created in group based on the following prompt:

Write everything that happened to you between the time you woke up this morning and the time you arrived to class.

Monday……

Today was weird.It was like one of these days ….where nothing feels right maybe cuz It was a rainny cold Monday( kind of strange for a day of summer).The second session of my TWA summer claasses started.Poetry and Slam poetry sounded very fun on the paper but when I walked into that classroom,I didn’t feel the “wooooooow ”.Again maybe it because it ’s Monday.Everyone at the program was preety much on their chill mode.Nothing was exciting.Espacially not the fact that me ,Quisha and Leslie had to walk all the way to the food stands under the rain to get lunch.That really sucked.I was so cold and wanted to go home so bad.

Today wasn’t  all lost though ,I  learned something in Bernad’s Slam Poetry class.The big question of the day was:

What is poetry?Poetry to me is an art.It is a way to say the things that can not be said in real life.I write poem when I can’t get my feelings out my mouth.I write to let anger out or what ever feelings that inside of me at the moment.It give me another way out .Poetry is everything.It surround us every day ,every minute ,every second.It simply whatever we want to make it into.

List of the top 10 significant events from my life

” 1.First I was born (April 10)-I remember…..sike I don’t remember anything

2.I broke my right harm -It’s pretty funny now when i think about it.I was    in kindergarden at recess time.kids were running all over.My class and I wanted roller skate but the problem was I didn’t know how to.

3.My dad left me-It was sad.I see blood and violence.i remember tears that no one could understand.

4.I was traumatized by this one teacher.She was really racist and couldn’t  understand why my mom could afford summer vacation for my family.

5.My best friend and I became friends-Yeah……..I knew her since kindergarden but we weren’t very good friend.After we realized that we had a lot in common we became best friends.

6.My 5th grade class when on a 2 weeks trip to the beach-My best friends and i had a blast.It was so crazy.I love the beach.it was so beautiful.The hearts of the 6 “PERLE PRECIEUSES” wanted to stay there for ever.

7.My vacation in Haiti-It was my first time going there (actually my second time but I don’t remember my first cuz I was like 6month).I love it.It brought me closer to my origin and where the values that I have come from.I was half of the time in the poor and ghetto neighbourhood and half of the other time in the rich parts of the country.It was really life changing.

8.I moved the U.S.-I was really excited about my new life but when I got here, it was kind of frustrating sometimes when I had to learn English.

9.I became a Christian-It was “Life changing” .It helped me go through the obsticles of life that I believe I would have never survived without God.Now I can do all things through Christ.

10.I fell in love-no comment

11.I am about to graduate from High School-I know that it was supose to be only ten but I had an extra one that I had to put.Yeah in about less than a year from now I will be a HIGH GRADUATE…..167! 

Men totally need Women to live

I believe that men would not be able to live without women.As much they want to deny it ,the purpose of their lives would totally be different if the opposite sex did not exist.Who would cook for them?who would dance with them ? Who would do the simple little things that men can not do for themselves?Heterosexual Men! imagine yourselves doing everything that you usually do with women but instead with another man.How gross would that  be to you? ( I am not talking offensively toward homosexual) . Anyway my point is that many times,men put women down.They forget that we are the life holders;they forget that two male lover can’t conceive life together.No one would have children if it wasn’t for mothers.Maybe if men thought about it a little more often ,they would realize that respect should be the least that a woman deserves.

Lets try to think about the possible reason for why some men like to put women down.The first that come to mind is that a lot of men are insecured in the in inside ,so they feel like they need to put someone down to feel stronger.And since women are usually physically weaker than men they become the ideal idividuals to victimize.

Another reason is that some women allow males to mistreat them.They don’t respect themselves or their bodies.They kind of give males permision to make them into their personel possesion. Maybe if more women stood up for themselve when they were being disrespected less female would be a “beaten wife” statistic.What I often wish is that more women would know that there beauty in everyone of us ,and therefore no one, espacially men have the right to make us feel worthless in any kind of ways, unless we allow them to.

The bible says in Genesis 2vs.18 that God created the first woman,Eve after he had created Adam because he thought that it wasn’t good for the man to live alone.Adam was lonely so God dicided to put someone at his side.He tryed to put new animals on earth to be adams’s partner but none of them were the suitable companion for the man.So God then created Eve. What I am trying to say is that if you,men didn’t need us,women then God would have never created Eve afterward, to be Adams’s partner.He would have only created Adam ….period. So male please think about it for a second before you decide that women are worthless because we seem weaker physically.God gave us a purpose and as emotional as we might be…….get over it!!! you,men cannot live without us,women.