SOCIAL SIDE
POETRY
Of One Blood, but I'm bound
By eyes of prejudice and hate
Cast in Black and White I've found
How one side kept the other down
Of One Blood, we are family
before I was born you sealed my fate
From chains came blood to set us free
to find love in this age of infamy
Of One Blood, my beloved kin
and turn my back to contemplate
to make a life among all this sin
I must betray the skin I'm in
Of One Blood, we belong
to a world that we create
on the mountaintop we sing the song
till all the hate is dead and gone
Of One Blood, spilled in hate
I turn my eyes from that awful fate
Before the demon's soul you ate
and cast your own in Hell, incarnate
Of One Blood, Of One Blood
We are one, a heavenly brood
and on the page you set the mood
to create the future
to create the doom
DIARY ENTRIES
Dear Diary,
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I don’t know what I am feeling. I saw Dianthe for the first time at the theater and felt intrigued, but didn’t think much else of the feeling. The second time I had encountered her the situation was quite odd and left me feeling confused. She had told me that I could help her, but not on that day, for it would be the next. When I was called into the hospital and made my way to the bed where a “dead” girl was laid, my heart dropped. It was Dianthe! I had never felt so passionate about something in my entire life until that moment. I knew that I could save her, just like she had told me the night before. I didn’t give up. Something about this woman may have impaired my medical judgement, but I didn’t care. I would do whatever it took to save her life. I waited with her and got a never ending amount of glares from the other doctors who all wanted to call a time of death. I was not ready to give up yet. When I gave her the injection that I thought would help, she jolted back to life. And with that, I felt a jolt through my entire body too. Could it be that we were made for each other? I am still not sure, but I hope to soon find out. Something about her, not just her beauty, draws her to me and this is something I cannot ignore. I hope to find out the truth about Dianthe and myself in the near future.
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Reuel
Dear Diary,
Today I am still struggling. I am struggling with my heritage and my culture. I know who I am. I know who I do not want to be. I sometimes think life is easier for them. There are more of them. Why was I not born fully like them?
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I love her. She is back to life and I love her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. She has no memory. I must help her to remember. But only remember the good things. She must not remember who she fully is.
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Do I go to Africa? He says it will be a good cultural experience. What if I do not want the “cultural experience”? I would be helping people…. Maybe I will go. I am going to go, but not for the culture I will go because of the medical help I could give someone.
Thanks for listening, until next time.
Reuel