of the world
in her hands, heavy
Hard to belong, lost in this space
The space of life, heritage, freedom…it’s not ringing
The oppression is screaming into the ears of the indigenous people from every sunrise to every sunset, heartbreaking…
© E.M. Kingston, 2022 ~ All Rights Reserved.
I wrote this post for Sadje’s What Do You See? It seemed like a great picture to try out a new style of poetry. My friend, Leslie, pointed me towards a new style of poetry that I had never seen or heard before, and it is called Fibonacci. That last line was hard to count on my hands, as it is 34 syllables lol. I had to get a piece of paper and do strike marks to count that line out.
When I saw this girl in the picture, I imagined that the mathematical tools were in the picture to depict how she feels about who she is and how she belongs. She’s not smiling. She is not happy. I feel like her heritage is having a hard time measuring up.
I tend to see oppression in pictures of this sort, so I hope you all enjoy my take on the picture, as well as the new style of poetry that I tried.