this one was just a free-write prompt of a poem up to 40 lines. "Mzungu" means white person in Uganda.
Sleep in Uganda
Stifling heat forced the mosquito net
Against my sweaty skin
The whirring fan stopped again.
No matter. It didn’t help, anyway,
Other than to muffle the sounds
Of the men at the mosque on the hill
Wailing into the night.
Sleep would not come,
Not yet.
My eyes closed
And their faces appeared again.
The darkest children I had ever seen
Marred by poverty and disease
And war and death and suffering,
Who smiled the brightest banana smiles
To the mzungu girl with a camera
That came to help them when they feared
No one ever would.
The faces of the rejected
Were etched into the backs of my eyelids.
The widow who purely needed a reason to hope...
The youth a promise of a future...
To simply believe
That there was more to the world
Than the stench of the slums
In which they live.
Sleep would not come,
Not yet.
I finally understood Pure and Faultless Religion:
“look after orphans and widows in their distress.”
And I realized that coming here
Was more than a photo opportunity.
It was the seed planted
That would ultimately transform my heart.
So that this mzungu girl must return
To this Godforsaken country
That inexplicably took my soul hostage
Through the smiles of orphans in Uganda.
And in making my decision to return again,
Sleep finally came.
© Jessica Baldwin
02.05.11
4 comments:
Awesome Poem I love it :)
really. really. great.
thank you friends! i heart you.
SO WHEN ARE YOU GOING BACK??????
Love it!
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