Thursday, November 26, 2015

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 ......



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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