My poem is based on a real experience between my mom and I.
Tonight is December 28th 2005, we didn't know she was addicted all this time. My brothers and I were way to young to understand what was going on, we don't cry. Before my dad sat us down to tell us what has happened, I run to my room to get my blanket and Kurt and Kyle are fooling around. I come running back and jump on my dad bed and he says in calm voice with his head down. "Kids your mom has past away." We didn't understand, we saw her the day before, December 27th for the first time in 6 months, she looked fine. In grade 7, I then fully understood her passing.
Drugs.
To young to understand, we don't cry.
Were fooling around why should dad even try?
She looked fine the day before?
How can mom not be here anymore?
The day of her funeral her sister screams!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
It's all my fault
and she gets escorted out of the scene.
I understand now.
She had died from an overdose.
God dammit!
There was more left in her heart shaped locket.
Why do people even do this?
People ruining their lives all over the world because
they just can't get enough of it?
Doing drugs doesn't make you cool.
It makes your life a cruel
place.
That no one should face.
I think this relates to hotel Rwanda because some people are forced to do something they don't want to do. When you do drugs you loose the ability to learn. The hutus didn't care for the tootsies therefore when you do drugs, you loose ability to care. The people in Rwanda that killed others, were on drugs.
Great Poem, it came from the Heart and it came out nicely, I liked how you found a connection to Hotel Rwanda.
ReplyDeleteWow... thanks for sharing something so personal and painful. I am not sure how much of this is real and how much is metaphor but I can tell it touches a chord for you. If your mom has passed I am very sorry to hear that. I wonder how you feel your life has been shaped by this? Do you see your own values, personality, choices changing/evolving as a result of such an intense event? Again... thanks for getting personal... it requires a great deal of bravery.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Fernando, great poem. Your poem and how you relate to your life experience is very touching, you are a really strong and brave girl. Keep up the good work Reanna :)
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