Leandra Gebrakedan

Leandra Gebrakedan Poems

International Woman’s day


The war has taken its toil on us
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Do not mistake my compassion for weakness
Don't be fooled, by my smiles and sweetness

For those of us, who work within the charity field
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Do you need to go to church, to be a ‘Good Christain', I say No

Before the tongues go a wagging, proclaiming "I told you so"
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August 1965, Marquette Frye
In the hands of the police did die

Fifty five years later, can you tell me what has changed?
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Morning I am a published poet. I have never written as to how I feel about being childless
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6.

Torn

Never have I been so torn
Since a baby I was born
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Remember the lines on the song by Bruce Hornsby it goes like this'Hey little boy, you can't go where the others go
'Cause you don't look like they do'
Said, 'Hey old man, how can you stand
To think that way?
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Here is my words previously about charity
Included in my poem do not mistake my compassion for weakness
I wanted to expand on it for clarity
And completeness
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Here I stand surrounded by dark soulless eyes alone
Here I stand without a place to call home

My only solace at the end of the day is my bed
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Short in stature, big heart
To write at tribute, where do I start

You gave your time, so selflessly
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In Gods eyes I will do no wrong
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International Womens Day

International Woman’s day


The war has taken its toil on us
The war has taken its toil on me
We carry on without a fuss
Carrying the scars in my heart and body

Left for dead, far from home
My enemies regard me as a nonentity
My weary, wounded body, I drag, aimlessly I roam
My pride lost with my dignity

Each step is laborious, each step is excruciating
I feel, I can no longer carry on
But at home my children are waiting
My mind keeps replaying, their favourite song

What is this, I see and hear, just ahead
The child of my enemy, lost, left behind in the turmoil
Tears running from its eyes, eyes full of dread
Clothes ripped like rags, covered in soil

I grab the child, and stifle its tears
Run as fast as I can, evading detection
It can’t be older than a couple of years
Eyes pleading for compassion, and affection




Finally the deed is complete
I wasn’t caught, I’m free
Very nimble on my feet
Successful, full of glee

I had deposited the child, within minutes of its family
I waited to see it in safe hands
At the end of the day, a child of my enemy
Is innocent, and not a part of a war for oil, diamonds, religion, or land



© Leandra Gebrakedan 2011

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