Monday, May 4, 2009

I am Marry Anne


I am the silent mind that hit a world
I wonder if all earth flutters into a silhouette
I hear the flow singing without substance
I see that harsh cord that binds us, wounding us
I want my solitary heart to keep on beating, beating
I am the silent mind that hit a world

I pretend that beneath your skin, beneath your eyes, you will understand
I feel numb among the thousand mouths that I have kissed
I touch the drops of anguish that have fallen as in a season of autumn
I worry our homes will drift , flutter into the empty distance
I cry, the wind stops, a body like those that have slipped
I am the silent mind that hit a world

I understand we have hit a world and I will stay with my two eyes
I say solitary has drained our blood to live again
I dream of breaking through the mountains
I try, without air, to live for the mourners
I hope, without sound, to crawl under all that is Nam
I am the silent mind that hit a world






I enjoyed doing this poem because it helped me realize what happens when things change. Either that being a person or the place you are newly situated in. It all takes accommodation or having to do what is right to you.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

I am Poem


I am the wonder in your mind
I wonder about the glorious 7 wonders of this world
I hear the rivers leading to the Garden of Eden
I see the evil in the maple tree
I want the peace Americans yearn
I am the wonder of your mind

I pretend to be asleep to avoid the sirens streaming by
I feel the sensation creeping up my skin when I see him every time.
I touch the truth that invades growth of my need
I worry to never see the insides of your contradiction calling it a soul
I cry because Bonnie and Clyde couldn't save each other from their worst enemy, themselves
I am the wonder in your mind


I understand your pupils widen when you see the needles
I say forget it all and be silent in this garden
I dream about the places I didn't want to know
I try to let go by of things by a blink of an eye hopping their is a way out
I hope God never has to cry next to me and watch reality with me
I am the wonder in your mind

Friday, February 6, 2009

The Struggle





Interview

Name: Fayola
Age: 37
Country of Origin: Libya
Occupation: Works in WaMu Bank in Downtown

Why the Journey:
Fayola mentioned that in a way she enjoyed living in Libya because of its beautiful capital, but it was not enough. In fact she hated that Libya had unfair trials. Her father was accused of murdering a man from the neighborhood. Obviously she knew that her father was innocent from this murder. Yet, it took the judge 5 years later to find out that her father was not ther murder of the man. He was then freed and came back home with his daughter, since at the time her mother had passed away she was living with her aunt. Finally a fed up 17 year old wanted to leave their home land and come to America. They ended up sneaking in a boat making shipment to America, to finally get on took them three tries. Fayola and her father made it seemed they where part of the working crew. When the shipmen finally knew they were not part of them, it was to late they had arrived to Florida. They had some cousins living in Florida and they were allowed to stay until they setteled in the U.S. She was now 18 years old and no job like her father. Her father got a job at first in a family dollar store and managed to get her daughter in 5 months later. They both ended up saving most of their money. About three years later they had enough to move to Chicago because they heard about better opportunities there. Once there they had a little apartment and she was lucky enough to find a job in a bank. From there she ended up in a downtown's bank. That became her permanent job till this day. Now her father and Fayola live the happy American life.