I have a passion
to connect with humans.
I have a long upstream.
Many experiences
of humans
beautiful
humans.
I have just collided with
some old writings
by BHP's I have hung out with
worked with.
Here is one.
A teenager in a hostel.
Willing to write
as I encourage - always.
So powerful.
Read the feelings and the words.
Davina.
Once I used to feel dead and sad
for them was a large black cloud over me.
I had come from a far away land,
which no one knew about;
there was a weird certainty about the people
for they were different but all the same.
If I were approached by someone
I would smile and not utter a word.
For their faces smiles gave me a great uncertainty.
That's why I didn’t say much
for I was different in a particular way
that no one could understand.
That's why now I still stay away from the people
as there is a great uncertainty bout them.
By Davina
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