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I am really gad that I got invited to join this site. I am afraid that without my invitation I might never have found this creative little spot on ciber space.
Poetry, and in rare cases art, have always been my own way of coping with my life. But all these poems have up to now been stuck in a book and vvener revealed to anyone. Somehow I knew I would never be able to look my friends in the eye if they knew where I came from. All other poem or art related sites makes you feel like you have to be briljant, and mine are just feelings written in words.
So, you will see that with all my poems I add the background. I hope that sharing my past with people will help me truely come to a point where I can move on.
So... if you want to judge my poems technicly, feel free but please remember that I am a rebelious teenager and have masterd the art of ignoring things I deem unimportant... so I will read what you say and might listen to it... but if you truely want to understand my poems and comment on them, read the background and remember that I don't exagerate, altough some poeple would to make my life that simple
South African schools are starting again in a week and I am dedicating this poem to all teenagers who will or are sitting in class being bord
Exams are when learners work and teachers break
Freezing as rules and regulations limit our clothes
Urging the clock to tick tock faster
With bord stares from a hundred students
Everyone has a technique to try and make time fly:
Staring as teachers rush past after one another
Watching the trees sway to the rythm of the wind
Drawing a bottle or writing a simple poem
It's the time of year when teachers want logic
But in our desperate situation creativity leads our minds
Thinking up answers to the work we never studied
And imagining everything ese we could be doing
Yes it's the time of year every high school student fears
It all goes against our very teenage nature
But when it's all over and done with
Hot chocolate and movies are all we need
I published a poem recently (This is it) and would like as many people as possible to read it. With the poem you will find an explanation as to why I wrote it. Please tell as many people as possible about this poem and the story behind it. As I am only a teenager this is the easiest why for me to get involved in my farthers work and telling the world about it. I really love Swaziland and don't want to see it metaphorically speaking go down in flames. I want the world to help these people who are unlike any other you will ever meet. I will use this website as a way to let the world meet these people and hopefully come to love them as much as I do.
Before I write down my poem I would like to give some background information as to why I wrote it.
My farther is a missionary in the Southern part of Swaziland. It it the most beautiful country I have ever seen, but few people know about it (feel free to go google it. I think you will be amazed by the scenery). But this little country also has a very sad story to tell. I has one of the highest percentages of HIV/AIDS invected people and it is getting harder and harder to feel, cloth and house the orphans even with the help of many outsiders.
The king is the second richest man in Africa (or the world, any case he is filthy rich) if I remember correctly. I now for a fact that he was the owner of a Mercedes of which there only exsisted 3 in the world. This country is on the border of being bankrupt because the king expects everything from the state (he bought an airplane recently while his subjects are dying of hunger). Therefore I beg of you to read this poem and think of these people depending on a bankrupt state to provide them with money, food and medicine...
Our eyes are shut and our ears are deaf
Ignoring the pleading of half-naked orphans
Little hand begging for their dayly meal
And teenage girls giving all they have
Parents leaving home to work two jobs
Leaving their children to grow up alone
This is it, our time to show we care
Our chance to give something of ourselves
To better the lives of strangers
When people tell us of all the pain
We shut our ears and pretend not to hear
When someone tells us we can help
By reaching out and giving some time
We can make a difference in the lives
Of all the people with shatterd hopes
This is it, our time to show we care
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