Saturday, May 26, 2012
I live & volunteer in one of the poorest & most dangerous cities in the united states; unfortunately we are often in the top 5 on these list
due to my health I m no longer able to hold down a job but I try to volunteer when I m up 2 it. One of the places I volunteer is @ a Christian High School that my church started. I teach violence prevention I call the class Peace Skills. Here is a copy of a poem that one of my student wrote as part of a power point presentation.
I hope u enjoy it as much as I did
When Will the City Sing?
So much violence,so much pain and we all look at one another wondering who's to blame. Outsiders look upon us with so much shame, how can we change? So many souls taken so many hearts breaking can't you feel the city shaking? Rest in peace signs everywhere you go.....makes you walk around with your head held low. City police drive around just for show, but it's just fake....as we all know.
Let's make a difference to save the fifes of the young; we can't keep crossing our fingers hoping for something that has not begun. Living in fear is no fun! Your smile hides the pain inside. Authority promised less violence so many times, reality flash...they lied. We can,t blame the police or anyone else. The blame is on the criminals who had more then enough times to correct themselves. Have you ever stop to think that your interacting with people who belong in a jail cell?You walk pass victims who smile but really want to yell “ever since this happen I feel like I'm living in hell!” But are afraid to speak up and are hidden in there shell. Mothers and fathers never thought that they would be the ones to bury there child. Fathers realize that they will never be able to walk there daughters down the aisle .Then feelings begin to pile.
Then they wonder what will happen in the next couple of miles.
Brothers and sisters never thought that they would have to live without there siblings. They wake up every morning wishing there brother or sister were still living. They think of the person responsible for there death and wonder, what's the point of forgiving? Emotions build up and the tradition will keep reliving.
Husbands and wives say goodbye to their lovers they never guessed that the time would come sooner then discovered, nothing feels the same, and the feeling is so indescribable they constantly blame themselves instead of others.
Children suffer and grieve over there father or mother. Now they wonder who will they go to, because all they had were each other.. They don't know what to say or do it's still unbelievable that their parents lives are through. It's not like they'll be happy out of the blue. They lost someone they always knew.
You see...this poem is not meant to make you sad, it,s not meant to make you cry, and it,s not meant to define how many people died. It,s meant to define the truth to show you what matters to help climb the everlasting ladder. To prevent violence and all the triumphs it brings to come together hand in hand able to finally sing.