Literacy Poems
Poems are deep troubles they are souls of the universal people
Most days the poet sat and listened to these voices, the ghosts of his own ancestries, his ancestors,
Poems they put into your mouth their stories they were trying to tell, their memories speaking,
Belongs to a continents at war,
They left their homelands to settle to other countries, other shores,
Braving the threats of the sea, their own safeties,
Rather than losing their dreams and abandon their hopes,
Like any immigrant would to become another universal citizen,
They brought along their own music, their own occupations and their intrinsic skills,
They brought along their tugging wives, theirchildren, their relatives trying to understand the new culture,
Trying to understand the new language, and dressed the new fashions,
And you are speaking on their behalf with the only weapon in your arsenals,
Presenting their diasporas, their hopes,
Their new found world with everything you got,
From illiteracy to literacy
Just like these ancestral souls,
Rather than abandoning them, trying to tell their poems.
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