Wed 22nd September, 2010
Vanessa Summerfield My Poetry On the first scary night of darkness is where I seen stars disappear before my eyes as I tried to stop myself from sniffing wasting my life. I want to go back home where I was admired. I miss my families and friends. I think to myself why am I here but I need to be strong and shall not fear. I donâ€™t understand no answer, no sound and Iâ€™m tired. The sun come up and another night is spent, my voice is heard. But always be silent. I will know about them and learn how to trust, my culture and language will rise out of the sandhill my imaginations run wild, and then I come to a stop, because I only know some, all the rest was lost.