May 8, 2010
On an axis of pain, gain and attempts to sustain a sphere of life spins into cultural change, dynamic disarrange and exotic exchange.
The reality of real never ceases to appease the doctor and diseased, children and deceased, famine and the feast. A land of real, a land to feel, a land all wish to hold and steal. Its taste will leave you longing, its teeth will leave you bleeding for the day of return or a sun that never burns, ashes without urns, desire with yearn, truth without the learn.
Christians, Muslims, Doubters must meet, which one is you which one is me.
On a road to the truth we stop for nothing but maps, some say theyre traps, disillusioned raps for the weak to hold while the steady stand bold but we know theres more to what lies in store and what to live for, without saying no to the friend or the foe for what could be and should, would be and will, if we just look up and say there is truth in your way, so i see you for you, not the garment you chose or the wealth you abuse, but the heart you hold dear between fingers of fear and pain driven tears- Just. Like. Mine.
Christians, Muslims, Doubters must meet, which one is you which one is me.
2 comments:
Tamil, Singhalese, and English must meet. Which one is you, which one is me?
It's English week here at school and it saddens me to see the routine-like manner of it all. Students are graded on mundane passages and then a select few are chosen and praised for good handwriting. What are they learning? Why don't we discuss what English can do to help students better their lives, rather than just copying a passage that the students don't understand anyways.
Also- why isn't each language treated equally? Why is there this heirarchy in place that leaves an entire culture, community, people, and language in the dust? It is unjust that someone's entire worth is judged on what language they speak.
Tamil, Singhalese, and English must meet. Which one is you, which one is me? (I love you miss baduuuuuu)
p.s. i can't believe that you are home. I am going through that phase where i change my mind every five minutes about how i feel about going home to the US in 2 months. I can't wait for the day yet i never want to leave.
oh Jess... I am right there with you, on all that you are thinking and feeling. It sucks. Really sucks. But thats the world we live in, English isnt treated the same or valued the same as other languages simply because the super power of the world speaks it. Its up to people like us who are out doing life with people from other cultures, languages, and customs to learn and teach valuing both places and faces the same, because the system sure as heck isnt going to.
When you said "i cant wait for the day yet i never want to leave" that resonated so deeply with me because thats exactly how i felt, and still feel actually :/
miss you. <3
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