In our land of hope
And of golden skies
I can still hear a hummingbird
and a newborn baby cry,
With a change in the winds
That left three summers ago
Blowing all life from
The willow tree,
Sucking the life out of our lands
To be home
Hey Guys! Sorry I’ve been so absent recently…I’m still here! How have you all been?
Looking back through the year at my poems I wanted to pick ones that I really enjoyed writing to post again. These two I love because although I didn’t have an idea in my head when I started it showed me what I felt was important.. and also maybe they are quite relevant with the situation the world has on it’s hands right now :(
To Tell A Daughter
So then we start to listen,
and we learn to open ourselves up,
into the possibility that the world is more than just our own, to tell her
In her heart she is more than the land she comes from
but in her heart she must hold that land dearly
because from it she blossomed.
How her beauty grows despite corruption,
her grace holds despite suffering
means she is nothing short of perfect,
despite the things she may have seen.
To Tell A Son
So then we start to appreciate life,
so much so because we gave you yours.
We live in the possibility that the world can be anything, to tell him
The world may get bigger but you will learn to see everything,
and the land you are from will start to seem small,
but you will learn that you need it and want peace for it all.
You can be a conqueror besides that of men,
teaching you this early you may have every
means of freedom.
“later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt?
— Warsan Shire