UW-Parkside 20.8

1 hour and 9 minutes

Today I met a woman A nun from Uganda Africa She told us her tales about the war The rebel army taking over Brain washing her community and killing all in their path She told us about the harm it brought the her village Her culture was destroyed before their eyes We got the chance to ask her questions And when we asked her what she thought of the rebels She told us "I forgave them, it is our job to forgive and let these people back in to our community again" This touched my heart The simple act of forgiveness This goes a long way

She has problems too. She wants to know where she comes from. She wants to know who the people are that fell so madly in love that they just had to make her. She wants to know who the people were that hail from this land many years ago. She wants to know were it all started.. She wants to know where her last name comes from and where she is from. She wants to here her mother sing and wear her daddy's tie. She longs to smell her mammas perfume and feel her fathers scruff. She uses the art and the academics to cover it all up. She holds pain in those hands. You can see the past tears in her eyes. She wants to know.

You Beautiful Girl

Look that those wrists, they used to carry you blood and cuts you beautiful girl, they now carry pearls. Look at your make up, its used to be so smeared you beautiful girl, now you look like a princess. Look at your smile, it used to frown you beautiful girl, you are smiling. Look at your past, it brought you down. You beautiful girl, you are so much stronger than it. You beautiful girl you never let it hold you back. You beautiful girl, you've learned from it. You beautiful girl, that’s why you’re so beautiful.

Quitting

Quitting hasn’t been as big of a deal as I thought it would be Sometimes yeah, ill crave one And yeah I took a couple hits off my friends E-Cigg But really its like I never did it in the first place Sometimes ill see bus on the street while I'm walking and think to my self that those used to be mine But not anymore They are other peoples that are currently dying while I'm living Which makes me happy

"Reality," Ally, is not that you are weak, and dream of becoming strong. Poor, and dream of becoming rich. Alone, and dream of having friends. But that you're already strong, rich, and among friends. Yet, at times, dream that you're not. Silly, The Universe

Ally, I hope you're loving your life. And I do mean really, really loving your life. Because right now there are so many others who are (loving your life). In time and space, and in the unseen. No, not all of them will admit it, but I know these things, and one day they'll know them, too. Big hug, The Universe