Kelly Attrill
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Poem "Culture Crossroads":
- published September 4, 2009
- viewed 18 times
Other poems by Kelly Attrill:
»A prayer for me...«
»A Woman of Strength«
»Bafana I wana«
»Butterflies«
»Cupid's weird way«
»Devil's Monopoly«
»Fallen too far«
»From the land of Milk and Honey«
»I don't know!«
»Insomnia of Society«
»Life«
»M.I.A.«
»Nomad«
»Poison«
»Where have all the angels gone?«
»Who says mottos are always true?«
Visit Kelly Attrill's profile page
Poem "Culture Crossroads":
- published September 4, 2009
- viewed 18 times
Other poems by Kelly Attrill:
»A prayer for me...«»A Woman of Strength«»Bafana I wana«»Butterflies«»Cupid's weird way«»Devil's Monopoly«»Fallen too far«»From the land of Milk and Honey«»I don't know!«»Insomnia of Society«»Life«»M.I.A.«»Nomad«»Poison«»Where have all the angels gone?«»Who says mottos are always true?«»Culture Crossroads«
What is a life of a mixed individual
confused between two races?
Where are the roots of a person who lives in a country
with a variety of faces?
I am concoction of cultures, rich with stories & history.
Waiting patiently to be discovered along with unsolved mysteries.
I sit and ponder about my features & what they are
Is it the North, Is it the south ? Do I really come from that far?
My roots stretch to the unknown, a place I need to see...
All alone I must travel to this place,
to set my mind free.
My mother tells me nothing of my roots or why I look this way.
It bothers me that I feel this way and that she refuses to say,
"My darling you are from the east" I long to hear her say,
to admit the truth, shame the devil & prevent disarray.
I am proud of myself, for I have come this far, a place of self content.
Who cares what they say, who cares what they think?
What I said I really meant!
confused between two races?
Where are the roots of a person who lives in a country
with a variety of faces?
I am concoction of cultures, rich with stories & history.
Waiting patiently to be discovered along with unsolved mysteries.
I sit and ponder about my features & what they are
Is it the North, Is it the south ? Do I really come from that far?
My roots stretch to the unknown, a place I need to see...
All alone I must travel to this place,
to set my mind free.
My mother tells me nothing of my roots or why I look this way.
It bothers me that I feel this way and that she refuses to say,
"My darling you are from the east" I long to hear her say,
to admit the truth, shame the devil & prevent disarray.
I am proud of myself, for I have come this far, a place of self content.
Who cares what they say, who cares what they think?
What I said I really meant!
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Hettie Van Zyl: "Yes why care what others say or think it is your life no matter race couller or back
ground GOD made us all."- Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe: "The poem is packed with demands for knowing what your roots are, and that creates this suspense as one reads through. It's a poem that makes one stop and think what people get mixed in and that the resultant (The child) has no control over where it comes from. This is nice a very powerful poem, indeed. However, If I were you I would craft it in such a way that it has shorter lines to give it the poetic structure of a poem. Keep the pen rolling. It's very good."