left to die on the
day
she was born.
Placed in Tall Brown Grass
in the dry season
sun burns
rain is rumor.
No clues as to when
or why
or how
or by whom.
Dried blood, placenta
s t r e a k e d body
umbilical-cord-still-attached
bloody stump dangling from naval.
Fabric wrapped around torso
hidden in CHEST-HIGH GRASS
first glow of day
night fading
place of shadows and limited vision.
ANTS CAME FROM EVERYWHERE
This is a poem called a Found Poem. I wrote it. It's from a book called Love in the Driest Season. You take a section of literature and take important words from that selection and write it in poem form. The girl in this story has been abandoned on the day she was born. This is on page one. This is how the story starts off.
This is a nonfiction book. I just started reading it for Mrs. Jacquier's English Honors class. This is based around the HIV/AIDS epidemic in Africa. HIV/AIDS is an STD. In the words of my health teacher, Mrs. Jones, "Keep your pants on!" STD's kill. They destroy lives. Being married and living with that one person for time and all eternity is worth the wait.
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