Jun 03 2009
Moving to the beat.
Music is blaring wildly
Heart is pounding uncontrollably,
Legs are sore.
Each step has rhythm
Each step has a meaning,
A meaning that was formed long ago,
A meaning that carries traditions behind it.
I follow the steps to be graceful, happy
I follow the steps to get bad things off my mind
And it works.
The feeling I get is indescribable, unimaginable –
Amazing
Dancing is my life.
Jun 03 2009
Summer’s gone.
No more dives in crisp, clear light blue water,
No more grains of sand stuck in the buttons of my cell phone,
No more dry, cracked hair from the sun,
No more saltiness on the edges of my lips.
Summer’s gone.
We won’t be going out for coffee every night,
We won’t take walks under the moonlight,
We won’t stay up clubbing all night,
We won’t hear motorcycles racing by.
Summer’s gone.
I’ll miss the sweet scent of fig trees,
I’ll miss the meowing cat in the front yard,
I’ll miss the long, hot days,
I’ll miss my grandmother’s cooking.
Summer’s gone.
I have to leave from Greece because I have school.
Half of my friends have to go to college,
A few guys have mandatory military service,
And the rest stays in Sparta to work.
Summer’s gone.
As each person leaves, we all cry
The tears run like gushing waterfalls
But to make each other feel better we say,
Next summer, we’ll all be here together again.
Jun 02 2009
The gangster swaggered down the pitch black alley like a fierce gorilla
Swung a gun to her head and slurred; “give me my money”
The petite girl scurried down the street
Halted, and got giddy because she found some money
She was prowling around desperately, clawing her way up life’s mountain of problems
She can’t feed her hunger without money
Chinese New Year kissed today
Grandmother tossed me a red envelope overflowing with money
Shopping is heroin
Just yesterday she inhaled clothes until she used up all her money
Jun 02 2009
The doctor started to yell, then he finally saw the head
Like a rose blossoming, he saw the light
He woke up to get ready for school,
Frustrated and tired, he turned on the light.
Acting up in school, giving his teachers a hard time,
The teacher yells; shut up and go stand by the switch that turns on the light.
Making bad decisions and breaking the law,
A deal goes wrong; he gets hit with the bullets that take up light
Turning blue and cold like the tundra
Goodbye world he finally met the light
May 29 2009
As the sun kisses my forhead
And the wind brushes against my cheek
I lay there on the warm back of the soft beach
With my sisters next to me
Where the food I eat tells me a story
And the hot peppers sing their spicy song to me
I enjoy a great meal
With neighbors who are like family
May 29 2009
What should I say?
What should I do?
Actually, to tell you the truth
I do have something to say
I know many people think
That just because I
Look the way I am
I have no issues, or
Don’t know anything bad
Yes, I am Greek, but what’s
It to you? I’ve been
Discriminated by my
Own people for not being
“Born” there while in the
Famous U.S. of A. I’m
Known as a foreign
“White” girl
Really? Is that what
You think?
How many of you knew
That the Greeks were
Slaves for over 400 years?
They were repressed:
Told to never speak
Their language ever again,
But they rose up,
And won their independence.
So yeah, some people out
There actually know real
Pain, EVEN if their
Skin isn’t dark
How about my grandmother?
She was shot by the
Rebels in Greece,
Barely making it alive.
So maybe there’s a whole
World out there that
Others don’t know of.
One in which we all
Have had our problems
In the past, even in
The dead, want-to-be-
Forgotten past.
You never know if you
Don’t ask.
May 29 2009
Lady Gardener,
Her Maples burn red.
She stands tall above
The waste of Mainstream Commotion, America – “The Great.”
Chilled is thy Lady’s composure
But her arms are open from snow to sea.
She welcomes all to sit
By the fire of her heart –
Ontario the flame, Toronto the ember.
Lady Gardener,
Still as her Maple,
Her branches stretched out
To beckon me home.
May 29 2009
I hear USA’s song ringing in my ears.
I hear Mrs. Blaher teaching her great knowledge of English.
I hear Obama giving his worldly speeches
And Rachel Ray’s olives sizzling in a hot pan
And Taylor Swift singing into the hearts of millions.
I hear the audience yelling “JERRY! JERRY!” on channel 5
And the jail door slamming in Michael Vick’s face
And DMX rapping his explicit rhymes.
I hear Dave Chapelle telling his funny jokes
And Michael Jordan’s sneakers sneaking on the court
And Harry Potter yelling abra cadabra into an evil sorcerers face.
These are the verses that we contribute
And compose our own song of America.
May 29 2009
I am from Germany
Where I first came in
This world
I am from Rhode Island
The smallest state in the US
And close to the Naval war college
I am from Texas
Home of BBQ, big things,
Where the best Grandma in the world lives
And the home of the UT Longhorns
I am from South Korea
Home of Tae Kwon Do
The second best place to live
A special place of history including
The 38th Parallel
I am from Virginia
Home of VA Tech, the best engineering school in the state
Virginia Beach, most vacationed spot in Norfolk
Little known fact about Cape Henry Light House on Fort Story
I am American
VA, USA
All the way and proud of it
May 29 2009
The door was physically open but,
The air of the room was choking,
there wasn’t enough room for another
especially her. She quivered as she
entered, they calculated her every move.
“What is she wearing?” some thought,
Their eyes pierced through her, she put
Her head down because she didn’t know
Where to turn or go. She had never seen
So many of these people before, she found an
empty seat and finally sat down. The person next
to her asked, “Hey, nice top. Where did you get it?”
and with her distinct accent she smiled and said,
“Thank you. I got it in my country.” Even though
The beginning of her strife she still had home made pride.
