She attacks
With a venomous
Fury.

She knows no
Pain
Merely existing.

She fights
To be free
Of the barriers

Put up
By human
Mentality.

But she cannot
And this
Infuriates her.

She pounds
Harder
And harder

On the barriers
Needing
To be heard

To be noticed
And not just
Gazed at.

But why
Would we listen
When we can

Live
Ignorant
Blissful
Blind.

Picture Perfect

Shall I paint you,
A picture?
It’s black
And white.

Its colors
Have drained away
Waning hope
Is here to stay

Do you understand
What’s going on?
Or are you simply
Ignorant , like the rest?

There
Are broken bodies
Aching souls
Do you see?

Is your world
Picture perfect?
If it is
You live a lie.

Just because you
Have something to eat
A loving family
In the winter you switch on the heat.

It doesn’t mean
The world is great
Life is easy
Or perfect.

People starve
Children beaten
Now can you see
So many defeated?

The way the world
Is painted
Is something
We cannot change

No matter
What we do
But filling in the colors
That starts with you.

Tsunami Poem

I'm working on a school project called Personal Project. I get to choose what I want to do as long as I relate it to the Areas of Interaction (AOI's). I've decided to write a book of poems on poverty and I'll be posting these poems up on my blog over the summer. This one is on the Tsunami.



The wave comes near
I hold on tight
No one can help us
In our plight

It crashes down
Destroying everything around
I scream with terror
As my father falls to the ground

I open my eyes
And take a deep breath
No matter how hard I tried
I couldn’t prevent his death

It’s over now
And this is reality
Dirty shack
Poverty is all you see

My belongings are gone
Taken away
By the wave
I didn’t have a say

So I get up in the morning
And go to work
I have duties
Which I cannot shirk

Because I have a baby sister
And a mother
My life is hard
Sometimes I wish for another

I want to leave this place
I want to get us out of here
I want to save my family
I want to steer

Us out of destitution
But I cannot
Because an education
Must be bought.

I don’t go to school
Because I must provide
I only wish I had
Someone to guide

Me out of this black hole
With no future
I am stuck
I don’t think there’s a cure.

So what can I do?
I just keep going on
Because if I don’t work
My family will be gone.

Tears of Death

These tears that fall
Are not my own
That something deep within me
Makes me feel so alone.

It’s eating me away
And forcing out these stranger’s tears
Consuming what I have left
And as I try to steer

Myself out of this hole
The tears keep falling
I cannot feel them anymore
I can only hear my brother calling

Waiting to be saved
Wanting to stay
But leaving too soon
I miss him everyday.

So whose tars are these?
Why are they here?
When will they stop?
It started with that single tear


It trickled down my face
It burned a path on its way
And reminded me of
What he will never say.

Where he will never go
What he will never feel
IF this is not a fantasy
Why doesn’t it feel real?

There should be cloudy skies
Mourning his departure
The rain should be pouring down
Wiping away his bright future

But instead
All that’s left
Are me and my tears.
My tears of death.

A Child Called 'It'

He feels her eyes
Glower at him
He continues to scrub
His prospects are grim

She’s holding a glass
Of what he’s not sure
What he knows is that
It transforms her.

He trembles inside
But does not let his fear show
This is what she wants
For his terror to grow.

He finishes the dishes
Then turns around
Picks up a mop
To make a picture perfect ground.

The glass clinks
As she sets it on the counter
Her heels click
As she saunters

Over to where he is
He looks at his feet
She slaps him till he falls
And the back of his head meets

The edge of the kitchen table
He feels that familiar
Bold, wet sensation
As he holds back the tears

‘You’re no one!’ she screams
She continues to kick
Him while he’s down
‘You’re disgusting! You’re sick!’

Her yells grow louder
He tries to crawl away
But she puls him closer
He cannot keep her at bay

SO he’s dragged along
Until they’re in the kitchen again
He’s forced to the stove
His courage begins to drain

She turns the gas on
And wrenches his arm
He fights back
To keep himself from harm

Yet his strength is worthless
Against his mother’s fury
His arm consumed with pain
His eyesight goes blurry

She let’s go of him
Satisfied at last
She knocks him down
As she walks past

Crumpled on the floor
Defeated within
He tries to control
His quivering chin
However many times
She may beat him
He will keep going
He won’t let her win.