Warning: Sad Pictures included in Poem...Katrina is Choking Me: Morning Of September 14, 2004

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Katrina is Choking Me:MOrning of September 14, 2004

Sometimes I wonder
Is it better to speak louder than thunder?
Or burry my voice six feet under
O how simply they fail to remember
In their eyes,
We are children without mother
But "who gave birth to this?"
I wonder....
Before Katrina
We met her sister
Jeanne, was our serial killer

In my village
She took young and the old souls
I’m told…
“Lined them up before the globe.”
But the globe's warmth went cold
Who’s bold enough—
To bring back aged verses
From Jeanne's tears?

Fragments of life
Flying in thin air
Young souls are leaving earth
Fast as the unpolluted atmosphere
Our shacks dived beneath water
In her savage tears,
Trees grew wings…

There was no helicopter
There was no CNN
There was no dorm -for cover
All I heard was…
Red Cross passing
But there was no road
To snatch the living
Lord!
Who came to rescue us
From this savage killing!

Women stretched their hands to the vacant space
As the children fought for their last breath
But Jeanne, our sniper
Took it all away to rest
I see the strongest man drift on
There was no boat...
Who can cleanse Jeanne's sins away?
Thus, I wonder,
Is it better to speak louder than thunder
Or, burry my voice six feet under?

Speak up!

All I ask for is a Jeanne clap?
Do You Care
About
Our
Haitian
Plea?

That night, we died
But
no
one
cried
(c)2006 Written by Fania Simon
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SEEDS

SEEDS

Oaks, elms and aspens
Flowers, grass and weeds
Thriving in light and warmth
All starting out as seeds
All achieving identities
By virtue of their fruits
All tempered from a source
Encoded in hidden roots

Princes, paupers and presidents
Prostitutes, pimps and queens
Flora/fauna’s finale
Fruit of human seeds
As every meter ever measure
Is part of someone’s mile
Every man and every woman
Once was someone’s child

And we who plow the fields –
What good is there to say?
When thousand of children worldwide
Die from hunger every day
If we could kill hatred, war and greed
Perhaps our children would not bleed
And we could meet their modern needs
By teaching our seeds to read

Instead, we mortgage the future
And dishonor the past
We condemn our seeds to
A wasteland, terribly dry and vast
Until one day our seeds gaze upon
Mountains of dust in Oregon
And swirling dunes of hostile sand
Were once ran the River Amazon

In the garden of Humanity
Our children are the Fruit
Our teachings are the nourishment
Our heritage is our roots
Wee need to be more positive
Stop complaining about the weeds
Just mind the field your plowing
And love your precious seeds

© 2006 Jahaka Mindstorm

LETTING GO

You know, some things in life just astound me.
Like how much evil can lie in humanity.
Men infiltrating minds and bodies.
Taking what they want with so much ease.
Perpetrators
Violators
Victim makers
Innocence takers.
If you could see on my face the look of disgust
You'd realise there are still men in this world you can trust.
But it’s ok.
I know you say
The only thing in life now is mistrust.
Can you ever heal to have your own thoughts of lust?
When contact comes across as so violent
All because of some damn tyrant.
Future love affected,
Your soul dejected.
As a man, I'm trying to understand what this has done to you.
I want you to know that I am true.
It matters to me.
I want you to see,
That not all men are about abuse,
Or just seeing you as a body to use.
I've got time to wait while you heal,
But if you need help, know I feel
The same anger and hate
At these fuckers who rape.
Remember its not you who should be having the guilt trip
No matter what anyone says, don't carry a chip.
Whatever blame, anyone puts your way,
Know it’s your right to send that away.
It’s hard to write such graphics with my pen,
But remember it was him, who forced your legs open,
Whether through violent action
Or mental intimidation.
Nothing you could do in the world to stop it,
So let it go now, its time to drop it.
Don't let the pain in your soul own you.
He's gone now. Don't let him control you.
Love yourself like no other
You are your best friend and lover.
No time to punish yourself,
its time to love your own wealth
Lying deep in your soul.
Your innocence that you think he stole
Is still there. It wasn't his to take.
He violated your body; don't let your heart break
from a body thief. And anyone making you feel bad,
…Don't let them make you sad
Cos they're caught up in life’s bullshit.
They're as guilty as the man that hit.
If they're giving you any blame,
You know in your heart that's lame.
So rise above any social stigmas
And know my heart is standing tall with ya.
I wanna show you as a friend
You can... trust men again.

Written by Slo aka Rites Rhymes
Copyright Rites Rhymes 2006