Over the last few weeks we have met all sorts of incredible people, each with their own amazing story to tell. We have been writing poems from these people’s points of views, using their ‘voice’, trying to understand what it must be like to live through these experiences.
So what have we been actually learning? We have been:
empathydeveloping showing , uplifting themanaakitanga of othersmana writers with important things to saybecoming aware of issues of fairness and justicebecoming that there is a course of action if you feel that something is wrong or unfairunderstanding about different community groups which are part of Miramar and considering the needs of these peoplelearning
It is exciting to see people motivated and inspired in their learning and quite moving to read the poems they have been working on.
Homeless
Homeless,
not a penny,
no one to notice me,
box as my home,
best friend is a stone,
my home is not like one of your
I am homeless
I am Homeless
I wake same old empty stomach,
Scattered leaves no warmth,
Dense bush,
Sunlight streams,
Gentle trickle,
None of last night snack,
Deserted forest,
Sadness takes over again,
No place of my own,
No home,
Birds whistling
Only spirited thing,
My only belongings,
Satchel,
Paper,
Box,
Rags for clothes,
No one cares,
No one,
No one noticed me,
I’m all alone,
All I am is homeless,
By Emma
I love your poems,their sort of sad
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