I ask people to write
write for these pages
tell their story
because
* it's good for you
* It's good for the person
* it's how we learn
When we spill
tell our story
reflect
EVERYBODY LEARNS.
Here is a young person
Living in a Hostel
Young yet life lived
vividly ..................
Here it is - she said I could use her name too.
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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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