So this Sunday, I decided to post a poem I found in my scrapbook that I wrote when I was in tenth grade. I don't usually write poems, but this one was an assignment given in class.
(10th grade)
Slavery
"The good and the evil fight to the death, they fall to the ground as they take a last breath.
The thrash of a whip on a poor mans back, the cry of the young as they here the crack.
The bruised black feet of the young and old, the anger and fear as their blood runs cold.
Lincoln takes a stand, to lend a helping hand. To stop the hate and slavery and to curse this wicked land.
Slavery was abolished and freedom took its place, for all of us are equal, in this human race.
Freedom, the word, what a sweet lullaby; it's a butterfly soaring high into the sky.
It stretches forth its wings and looks on till dawn, for a new world is here now that slavery is gone."
Kind of cheesy in places, but it's pretty good for someone who isn't very poetic... I am just happy that in 10th grade I seemed to care about others. I am still really interested in the civil war and WWII. I can't imagine what it would have been like to be alive at those very volatile moments in time. I know that there is a lot of similar things going on in the world right now, and I always wish i could do more. But I feel like my biggest fight and the most I can do... is in my home, with my kids. I think if more people in the world did everything they could in their home.... some of these horrible things would never happen.
Doesn't everyone have one of these funny 80's hairdo pictures?
Dancing at Rocky Point Haunted House (The makeup artists from X-files did our makeup each night)
