the collage

i remember a time- it was a class i recall, a time i was SPEECHLESS- lost my comprehension, on a thought i'd never been taught- on how to confront. it was a girl named Audie*, shades of BEAUTY was she. mixed backgrounds- something rare in our community, that she POSSESSED. working on my projects- when along with a COLLAGE for credit, came she. the collage caught my breathe-DEAD, stuck in my throat at what i seen. hung black americans- surrounded by hate, cowardice SHEETS. so many sickening poses, different spots there were quotes. some were of who they were, or for hope or peace- from the beginning of OUR century. now this girl looked at the history- of HALF her heredity. never FACE TO FACE had i been, with someone related to these MOVIE SCENES. for rural communities teach not- EDUCATION for these. situations where you're lost, not knowing what to say. never had i approached- subjects as these, when calmly i spoke- of music, art, cheerleading with Audie. for never i noticed TONE- of SKIN but voice with Audie as we conversed. for quite cool i thought of she, now BRAVE as my eyes ventured- ragged at her work. i look on curious... for never would i face this- as BRUTALLY as she. for she could speak KNOWLEDGE, of how sick her daddy was- as he CRIED at these... for older he was and he'd SEEN- for this is his PURE history. i looked on and simply nodded, dumbfounded at how SAD man could be- when HATE corrupted his being. *name changed for privacyBased on a true story Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 12:20 AM PST   18 • 0 • 9