A little girl in Michica,
Of African descent,
With absolutely no idea,
Of what this really meant.
She watched the grown-ups fighting,
'Twas always black verse white,
But what was with the guns and knives?
Why did they have to fight?
A little girl in Michica,
But one with big a heart,
She watched her friends go up in flames
Just as dawn would start.
She posted up a cardboard sign,
"Stop the fighting! Stop the war!"
But no-one even saw her work,
Too busy bleeding on the floor.
She saw her work in tattered rags,
And stamped her foot in anger,
She hated all the violence,
She could not bear it no longer.
She stood upon the highest branch,
Of the city's tallest tree,
And spoke to all about her dream,
To live in harmony.
Her mother begged her to come down,
Her father yelled to ignore her,
A white man came in disbelief,
Without a thought he shot her.
She hit the floor just like a bullet,
A hundred feet below,
They gathered round; the blacks \and\ whites,
Like a rapid river's flow.
They screamed and yelled in horror;
They looked down in revolt.
"Look at this!" said one white man,
"This is all our fault!"
The blacks and whites came side by side,
And built a memorial home,
For the girl who lost her life,
Who saved her town alone.
A little girl in Michica,
No longer has a life,
But fulfilled her dream of harmony,
By ending all the strife.
Author notes
Written July 3rd, 2006
A contest entry
- peace by maa.
333 points, ended July 9, 2006, 21 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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OMG i cant believed i didnt comment on this one coz ive read it before and i really really like it. coz its a touching, sad and beautiful story. great poem and keep writing
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From looking at the other comments I have to say congratulations on the Bronze trophy. However I believe you definitely need to be awarded gold. Wow I can't believe you are 14. The inspiration that flowed from this poem was unbelievable. You give me goosebumps. This little girl in your poem had the dream that A lot of people have. Dreams where racism, violence and prejudice will end. I am sorry she died and didn't get to live to see her dream materialize. I am glad that her death was not one of vain. It shoudn't take a tragedy to bring people together we should learn to stand united regardless of our skin color.
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OMG this is so beautiful!! i cant believe it. im in shock. no words are coming... its just so wonderfully written and so wonderfully worded and oh so sad. i cant get over what happened in this poem. i love the ending how she in a way sacrifced herself to let her people live in peace and harmony. Although racism may have stopped in this place it is still very much alive. I think if every one reads this poem they will realise what harm they cause just by making that joke or just by refusing to serve that customer. This poem is truely inspiring and truely beautiful. You really diserved that bronze trophy, well i havnt read the other poems in the contest and i dont know what the contest was about but i can tell you that this poem diserved a gold and is the best i have read in along time with such a moral behind it.
Keep writing
Congratulations on the trophy
Amz -
Thanks so much for all the comments. =) They mean a lot and are really inspirational. A lot of people have to put up with racism.. me included, though not excessively, so yeah...
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This is a truly inspiring and inspired poem, you take the reader on a journey, and allow them to see each step of the way with the wonderful imagery you used. I was hugely touched by your poem, and was amazed to read your age in Maa's comment to you, such wisdom, talent, and perceptiveness for your tender years. I hope you keep writing, it would be a waste for you not to. Congratulations on the trophy, and many blessings to you
K
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Congrats, metalhead, on your bronze trophy. I too enjoyed your story and how it points to the sacrifice of the innocent to bring the awareness to world of hardened ideology. I have to echo maa's wonder at such perception coming form one of so young an age, but also must sy that it is no surprise. As your tale points out, it is with the eyes of a child, of tender youth, that we must view the world, free of the allegiances to selfish factions, open to the truth of our common being.
Keep up the great work, both writing and learning.
Be ever bright, Rod. -
WONDERFUL POEM
Wonderful poem you have penned here. full of emotion.Congratulations on the bronze. Take care, Sandy
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dear metalhead,
what a great story you have created here for us.
and how surprised I was to see that you are only 14 years old !
wow !
your poem reminds me very much of an african tale called "kirikou" about a hero, being a little boy who saved his whole village from a nasty sorceress who had casted a spell on it. I live in france, maybe this tale is not known in australia, but never mind ...
your hero is a she-hero, a little innocent girl with a big heart (maybe another side of your soul ?), who sacrifies herself for the sake of all. how touching and beautiful.
plus, you have used rhyme and imagery in such a perfect and enchanting way, I am really amazed about the result.
this is a very appealing poem, a very emotionally touching one too, and it has been a great pleasure and joy for me to read it, once, twice, three, four, five times ... and I will love to read it again and again ...
bravo !
maa -
I really liek this, and if only it could be like this, not the killing to finally realise that what goes on is all wrong, racism is out of order, it shouldn't matter what colour people are they are still the same as everyone else! good luck in this well done xxxStephxxx
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