I did this as a warm up for my Creative Writing class. I tried to find the picture, but Idk if it's online.
But I basically had to write off of a black and white picture of a woman and fist.
The lady could either be the victim or the fist. I chose victim
Yay for more depressing stuff! I've really gone in the vault this time to gather up some of my older writings.
I don't rememeber when I wrote this exactly but it's inspired by a quote from Asher Roth's Sour Patch Kids.
It's like a child's plea for peace.
I travelled in Cambodia in the fall of 2011, and the reality of the tragedy of the Pol Pot ('75-'79) regime is still devastatingly sad. A Maoist revolutionary, Pol Pot orchestrated the deaths of almost a quarter of the population of Cambodia in the three years of his tenure. Educated people, most certainly writers and poets, and any holders of knowledge of the rich culture of this land were almost totally exterminated. The culture was close to extinct when the Pol Pot regime was overthrown. I have accompanied this short poem with photos that I took while travelling. I had hoped to be able to edit the text and rearrange the photos after downloading but I have not discovered how to do this.