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by Andrew Lauman, Canada Oct 11, 2004
Human Rights   Poetry


The darkness runs
Riding into the night
The clouds part
Wrath has found flight

The rain sweeps
Life is on the edge
The lightening beckons
The divide becomes a wedge

Why do you run?
Oh, beautiful one.
What is within me,
That makes me not see?

I ask and thirst
I shout and scream,
The pools of Bethesda
are but a dream.

I seek and hunger,
I run, but fall,
Falling, the silence
Engulfs my all

The voice within,
Shakes my being,
The light is binding,
Piercing my failings.

Tears so pure,
Washing my feet,
Why do you leave,
When it was so sweet?

Though the darkness remains,
I can still smell your fragrance,
I still know you,
Because of your presence.



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Andrew Lauman

I find writing to be so opposite to whom I am. I did miserably at English as any of my proof readers or profs could tell you. My thoughts of sitting in one place for periods of time do not give me chills of excitement. However, I have found great satisfaction in allowing my thoughts to be found in the release of writing. I have been able to share some of my deeper emotions through my poems and this has been a wonderful creative process for me! Thanks to TIG for the opportunity.

Afeez Adeyemi Adisa | Oct 13th, 2004
Black is the colour of my skin, It is also who I am within. Black is me and I am black. Dark-skinned as a matter of fact. No light colour to me what so ever, However, I am fine with who I am. Yes Ma`am, Black is beautiful and beautiful is black. As beautiful as the midnight sky and the stars is the glitter in my brown eyes. Dark, chocolate, smooth and sweet all describes the black in me. Black is strong and strong is black. As strong as the black coffee that I drink. My colour is permanent as the black ink. There is no changing colour to me. Black is what I am proud to be. Black is me and I am black. Dark-skinned as a matter of fact

Harry Munyaradzi Mwenda | Oct 13th, 2004
Those are some good lines hope and wish you could write to me and may be explain more the motive behind your lines

i am reall black too
enat | Feb 25th, 2005
:-) i am happy for me,

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