my heart throbs with every breath. bodies hit the ground one by one, and i am left with the smell of copper and sulfur swimming in my nostrils. fevered with fatigue, and twisted with despair, i run; i run till my legs go weak, till my lungs shriek, till the tears in my eyes run dry, and i am held captive on this road of brutal ****** and merciless destruction.
there is no refuge, no safe haven - just hollow spirits combined with empty caverns where organs used to reside. gunshots echo in my ears, am i really here? why is the smoke swallowing me whole?
i have no home, so i hide; i trip over emaciated fragments of my family, hesitating to hold them. where's the hope?
anyhow, this poem is about the Rwandan Genocide. i wrote this a couple years back, when i was still in high school.
We are who we are We love who love us We love who hate us We love our Gender
Call us Girls Call us women Call us Ladies We are TransWomen
Stop being confused Stop being surprised Stop calling us He or It We hate that pronoun
We are females we as others We deserve our rights like others We deserve love and affection We deserve Respect like others
We are tired of your nicknames "Is a he or a she", "what is this?" It hurts please stop stop stop! We are fine ladies! Full stop !
You scared our fellow ladies They are crying in closet They are lonely in families Because we are Transgenders!
Stop abusing my brothers They men and so proud to be Don't be confused by what you see A transMan is a powerful Man!
Respect them now and forever Stop calling them ladies or things They are men **** and classy They are men always and forever
See us slaying down town We are lovely and attractive We know who we are friends You can't change us Sit down!
Don't be confused by Breast That the **** chest of our brother! He is strong enough to be proud We love our bodies and gender
We won't hide because you hate us The more you see us feeling proud The better you understand us We are Proud Transgenders!
We ladies need our Freedom Government think about us All women are equal in the country We need all care and attentions!
Stop calling us Monsters We are human beings We deserve our Rights We are citizens like others!
This ain't western culture This ain't Sodoma and Gomollah This is the gender of Us We are Proud Transgender people!
Pastors stop that hate preach That hell you need us to go in That Sodoma you always sing All were from Those Bibles
If you accuse all LGBTI people To bring back ***** or Gomollah First remember that bible you read Was brought by Evangelists
We had gods and goddesses Africa knew no White God We had Love and respect Read , reread and Rereread!
Love wins and will win You are taking us nowhere We are here to stay and slay Ourselves Genger our Pride
We are done by your hate Is our time to shine bright! You gonna hate us today And you will love us later!
TransWomen are women TransMen are Strong men Transgender is a Gender Respect us we hurt no one!
"Transgender Right is Human right TransWomen are women too TransMen are men as well We claim no war but our Freedom We claim no hate but our Respect"
Poet : Skylar G Peter
Poem: we Are Proud Transgender people
Skylar is a 23yo transwoman originally from Rwanda but had recently fled to Uganda. Both countries are very transphobic and homophobic so I can only imagine how much she is struggling especially with her own safety. I would be most grateful if you can at least share this poem as much as you can to raise awareness. Thankyou
It's more than just a country It's more than just history It's more than what people see Cause they only see a very small portion And what I see, Is the big picture Much more beautiful than all Picasso's artworks For to me, It's mother nature's masterpiece One that keeps on getting prettier with age; How shall I say it , It's an international controversy' It's Rwanda
Don't believe me ? Come see for yourself or just let the news and statistics tell you more
this day was dark lost sunshine and broken realities clashing in a congested space on this day there was no dawn only raindrops time had forgotten its job mouths had forgotten thier smiles on this day, fire was crowned king merciless ripping through bones mutilating skin today, my nature has brought me death the distant friend now gazing into my eyes on this day, I do not run from him. arms wide embracing falsified truths. fight no longer embedded in my being. this day, is the day.
A poem about the massacre that occured in Rwanda in 1994.
April 5th 1994- Kurt Cobain dies April 6th 1994- The President of Rwanda Dies April 7th 1994- Kurt Cobain's body is found April 7th 1994- A genocide begins. Neighbors take arms against neighbors People he once shared a sandbox with now hold a machete to his neck Heads roll- literally Babies cry out to their mothers who lie there choking on their own blood Girls who 2 days ago were playing house with their dolls, now take care of their whole family Screams of pain from girls who's innocence is taken from the man who used to bounce them on his knee. Gathered in the place where God is supposed to be Hundreds are murdered ruthlessly. Guns not pointed at their heads But clubs that smash them in. Achilles' heels slashed These men drink and feast and sleep Over the screams of their victims Babies born 9 months after these men took something that was not theirs to take A physical representation of all that is evil and hatred and pain She tries to love them anyway But she sees him in them He has daddy's eye She has her fathers nose She sees them in the way he looks at her when he's hungry As if she is just there to quench that thirst with her body.
The whole word is split in 2 Nobody is Rwandan anymore You are Hutu or Tutsi Short or tall Human or vermin. The dead among the living Sometimes I can't tell which is which Until I see it That sparkle of hope in that one man's eye Because the human spirit will never die. The father of his best friend tortured and murdered his mother on their front lawn. Orphaned and afraid, He cannot stop He cannot slow down He cannot give up Because ***** Kurt Cobain he has to tell the story of what really happened that day Rwanda April 7th 1994
This is a spoken word poem that I wrote about the Rwandan Genocide that began on.... you guessed it April 7th 1994. Because it's a SPOKEN WORD poem I will eventually make a video of me SPEAKING it and post the link right here--->>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKMoL-SXMDc