āThings we carry on our handsā
We carry tears in our eyes: good-bye grandma, good-bye grandpa,
good-bye mother, good-bye father, good-bye everyone.
We carry soil in small bags: may home never fade from our hearts and memory.
āShades of colorsā
If I could wake up this morning
I see five shades of brown
I am the shade of brown
No other feeling can be given when it is worn
Shades of Brown are beautiful
Shades of brown are equalĀ
āLife is just Hardā
āLifeā is such a wide umbrella
A world that covers many, many things,
And everyoneās experience of it, hits different
A Broken memory is like
Things get broken at home
Like they were pushed by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
Get used to it, it gets harder.
Once you start to get exhausted, you have succeeded in your fear.Ā
āDonāt lose your hopeā
Somebody said that it couldnāt be done
Donāt worry
You have this
It might take you months or years
But donāt worry
You’re not alone
Hang in there.
I really like the poem āShades of Colorsā it was simple yet powerful, it sounds as though the poet is expressing a sense of proudness for the skin that heās in and thatās a very important concept.