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leevon-abraham
leevon-abraham
Micronesian
"Hola mi amigo" That is how they greed us in the states, but don't blame them, because we are the Latino's lost twin Next time don't let them judge the book by it's cover tell them that within the book it reads: *we are pohnpei the garden island in the pacific on the map we are midnight stars in broad daylight, but through the lens of a telescope one shall be blinded by our beauty for we are sweet harmonies of birds singing before sunrise, and sweet perfumes of island flora pouring through your nostrils we are reflection of sunsets stretching out into the open sea glittering, like diamonds beneath the sunlight we are children in Christmas crowding along the roads clutching onto plastic bags waiting joyfully for Santa to ride into town and rain candies on them we are dusty old tires diving and splashing into muddy pool *** holes on a paved road we are coconut milk leaking through the valley of ten fingers wedded in a shape of a ball and pouring onto breadfruits we are wooden hulls of canoes smashing through the waves like a bull through a red cape we are grandmothers telling ancient local tales to her kids and fathers showing his sons how to become island men we are the powerful kava repeatedly pounded on a flat stone forming a liquid brown as a chocolate milk and when one drinks the world suddenly becomes a quiet peaceful place we are pig meats heated beneath flaming rocks covered with banana leaves we are proud and peaceful we bow to show respect towards one another, visitors and their highness we have five kings and we are one our home abounds with mysteries but we see what is behind the cover some of us have left to pursue their curiosities but we will always be one and when the rain falls on a sunny day we understand that one of us is at peace we don't have any museums but we see our history through Nan Madol we don't have any towers but we see our lands from towering mountains and we have seen them burnt to ashes, but we survived, and we never left*...
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Serehds We Are
"Hola mi amigo" That is how they greed us in the states, but don't blame them, because we are the Latino's lost twin Next time don't let them judge the book by it's cover tell them that within the book it reads: *we are pohnpei the garden island in the pacific on the map we are midnight stars in broad daylight, but through the lens of a telescope one shall be blinded by our beauty for we are sweet harmonies of birds singing before sunrise, and sweet perfumes of island flora pouring through your nostrils we are reflection of sunsets stretching out into the open sea glittering, like diamonds beneath the sunlight we are children in Christmas crowding along the roads clutching onto plastic bags waiting joyfully for Santa to ride into town and rain candies on them we are dusty old tires diving and splashing into muddy pool *** holes on a paved road we are coconut milk leaking through the valley of ten fingers wedded in a shape of a ball and pouring onto breadfruits we are wooden hulls of canoes smashing through the waves like a bull through a red cape we are grandmothers telling ancient local tales to her kids and fathers showing his sons how to become island men we are the powerful kava repeatedly pounded on a flat stone forming a liquid brown as a chocolate milk and when one drinks the world suddenly becomes a quiet peaceful place we are pig meats heated beneath flaming rocks covered with banana leaves we are proud and peaceful we bow to show respect towards one another, visitors and their highness we have five kings and we are one our home abounds with mysteries but we see what is behind the cover some of us have left to pursue their curiosities but we will always be one and when the rain falls on a sunny day we understand that one of us is at peace we don't have any museums but we see our history through Nan Madol we don't have any towers but we see our lands from towering mountains and we have seen them burnt to ashes, but we survived, and we never left*...
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Close your eyes, now imagine yourself on an island that doesn't need make-up to be beautiful. Imagine yourself, walking joyfully through an exquisite flora. Imagine you and your family camping in a tropical rain-forest swimming in cool hidden pools, great mountain streams, and magnificent waterfalls. Imagine yourself on a canoe, gliding atop blue lagoons. Or, rather than an evening at a theater, how about a romantic evening with your love, by the beach, with a beautiful sunset glistening through your eyes, while nature sings peacefully, to you. Imagine walking through a tunnel, that was left behind by the **** in World War II. Imagine going on an adventurous trip, through a mysterious archeological ruins, with immense stone logs, stacked crisscross  to form a wall. Imagine all of this, and open your eyes, and you'll find yourself on my island - Pohnpei.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
Pohnpei - The Garden Island
Let me be your bank, deposit your heart to me, and 'til the day you decide to withdraw it, I promise you... Your heart is safe with me
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
Marriage Proposal
you yes you look at me now look at you what do you see? yes i am you but not quite why? because i don't have any soul nor any f###ed up memories i smile because i am happy you smile just to hide your pain . . . . so glad i'm not you oh wait.. ****
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
My Reflection
Have you ever had that one moment? That one time? When you thought "Everything is fine now" When all the negativities in your life paused...Finally!!! But than you came across another hurricane. Twice as destructive. The first one hits the moment God opened my eyes, and it lasted for thirteen years. I tried to escape, but I couldn't Mom shackled me along her addictions. She locked me away in her basement, and filled it up with tear gas. So I went to high school in the states under grandma's order. Away from my alcoholic mother Away from the torture Away from the screaming Away from the bleeding and beatings. I finally escaped from this wasteland, and now I am in a garden of roses. Thank you grandma!!! I found peace I saw the world from a different perspective, and never had to drink that salt water again. But, I am back now. Back to the birthplace of my nightmares. And I brought souvenirs, peace and I are friends now. Wooh!!! Wooh!!! Huh! Huh! Not so fast young man. Grandma, why is my calf been numb for the last five years? Son are you saying what I think your saying? So eventually, I found out that I have been dealing with leprosy, a life threatening disease. I've had it for five to ten years max the Doc says. To find better days, one must fight through the storm. To find peace, one must swim through their tears. And I have my whole life a head of me. Tomorrow is a mystery, but I will hold on hope.
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
I Will Hold On Hope