I wrote this when I had been reading this book called
Ending Hunger. Its a very good book and its really
informative. I wrote this because this is the
core of myself that my sadness comes from. I am
sensitive to their pain. and no one should ever have
to go through that kind of life. I like to think of
everyone as brother and sister. so there is no way I
could ever forget them. each person is so precious.
And what makes me sad is, most of the people that die
are children. and we need to do someting about that.
Something now, not tomarrow. because they won't have a
tomarrow.
Here, Inside :
I really wanted to create a poem that went into the
life and feelings of someone else. the life of a
little girl in another country. She is someone that is
less fortunate, someone most people forget about. But
should not be forgotten about. I wanted to bring
understanding and empathy to her life. Alot of people don't go into the mind
of someone else. So hopefully I can start doing it for
people. Maybe reach into the life of someone else so
they can see it. Even though not every detail can be
seen.
Vulnerable :
alot of people ask me about this one. this is about a
little boy that lives in poverty- he wants so much- to
live and to play like the other children, but because
he is hungry and starving, he doesnt have the energy
any more cause his heart has been weakened. he doesnt
even feel like going in the streets.
I can see the changes that could be made, but noone is
helping him, he is fading, and it makes me sad cause
noone knows about him to help him. this child is real,
i havent met him, but he represents thousands of
children throughout the world, that must feel just
like him.
and I love them. I dont want them to suffer as they
do. they are so precious.
Slaughter House
first of all, i think that animals know way more than
people give them credit for, they are actually intellegent.
Cows have horrible lives in slaughter houses. that is the hard fact. They dont have pleasant lives living out their days in a green field.Most large meat companies keep their cows in-doors in crowded conditions, its horrible, I think anyone that would work at a slaughter house for a few days
would be so disturbed by their treatment, they'd
become vegetarian. and then people would also say-
"well, they are going to die anyway." and i say- does
it make it right to let someone live suffering and
discard their comfort and feelings and put that aside?
i dont think so. because, if that person was in the
animals place, they would think completely
different.
Silent Song :
This poem is not actually about me. it is just an idea
I thought of.
Another World:
I was trying to think of what this poem is all about
since it was a while ago that i wrote it. I guess what
it means is the other place that im talking about is
just Serenity,ya know when everything has happened,
and its just has taken everything out of you. or it
could be something youve seen,like the view of the
soft blue sky that almost looks like there could be a
door to somewhere else,or seeing the joy in someones
face when they are so happy, to bring hope to someone
when they had just about given up,
just some piece, a piece of another world.
Part of this love:
I thought of this when I was holding my cat Muffy.