Novelette's Poetry
Elephant With Wings
When we are young, thoughts of differences from one person to another never really seem apparent. Until someone points them out to us.
The world we grow into, never really seems to have space for the different. The people that do not fit into society’s expectation, The people that stand out like a random elephant walking on a street for everyone to see.
Society expects people to have: Five fingers and Five toes of average working capabilities. Five fingers are expected to be able to be used to open round handle doors, And Five toes to be able to walk up and down a hill. Skin is expected to be moist, unable to peel off easily, and never change color drastically.
Those that are not what society expects are discriminated against, misunderstood, look down upon, and ridiculed.
Those different people never really feel at home in this world. But on rare occasions these unexpected people are able to meet, and realize that what society expects is for them not to feel accepted.
Humans are never perfect. Society’s views are based on inhuman characteristics. Everyone is here to work at perfection. It is only those that think they are perfect never become perfect. It is only when others who know how special the unexpected are, can give them the wings they need to feel like they are a person, and teach them that life is not about the body’s limitations but the freedom to know that the unexpected are expected because, God expects them.
From the Elephants of the world, Thanks to Camp Discovery for giving us wings and for making us feel accepted.
Written By: Novelette Munroe at Camp Discovery 2005, Inspired by Carlos Silva
Jamie & Novelette
My Home Is Killing Within
My home is prison
With bars of wood painted white
Sure I can leave
But it hurts just a bit less to stay inside
Yes, the people I love
But love just isn’t enough anymore
The essence
The vibe
Is killing my being
My soul
The walls are blank
Filled with dead cement
It acts as a forces
That is sucking me in
And eating my soul inside out
Slowly I’m dying
I wish I could breathe
But I have forgotten how
I know where I want to be
Was this ever my home
Or is it decaying be on recognition
I’m not sure but I know I was home
Sometime in my life
Where I could call a true home
It as a lot of trees
I can see a lake
Drive a boat
Where the people might not be true family
But they understand the struggle and pain
People who just want to live as one
People who learn from the ways of the land and others
People who don’t take away the energy of the land to feel safe
But finds it within themselves
By learning from the land
Where people put others in front and themselves behind
People who truly understand me
And home would be where I remember how to breathe
As I live my life the only place that I have been able to breath in and remember is Camp Discovery
When can I find home again?
When I find a place I can breathe in.
By: Novelette Munroe
8/11/01
