The Paint Box by Tali Shurek, Age 13, Beer Sheva

I didn't write this but i like this poem


The Paint-Box

I had a paint-box
Each color glowing with delight;
I had a paint-box with colors
Warm and cool and bright.
I had no red for wounds and blood,
I had no black for an orphaned child,
I had no white for the face of the dead.
I had no yellow for the burning sands.
I had orange for joy and life,
I had green for buds and blooms,
I had blue for clear bright skies.
I had pink for dreams and rest.
I sat down
and painted
Peace


Tali Shurek, Age 13, Beer Sheva

Someday has come

Hello
My name is Saalik.
I have a few things that I would like to say.
I am not a Nigger nor a Negro
Nor a color from the box.
I am a man.
I am a man that wants respect.
I am a man that gives respect at all times
This day I want to tell you
That no more will I except
Your disrespect, your intolerance and your injustice
From now on you will call me by my name.
I will not be called a boy.
I will not be called a nigger.
Everyone thinks that I’m a boy.
Everyone thinks that they know me.

I tell you here now that only God knows me
Why must you disrespect my family
Why must you disrespect my sista’s
It’s true that I myself haven’t paid attention
To what’s beenreally going on in the world.
But now, some monster has awoken me
To see the real life light.

Life – Light huh!
Well let me tell you something
Just because I don’t speak ebonics
Doesn’t mean I’m not black.
Just because I like the whole rainbow of women.
Doesn’t mean I’m not black!

What is it about all this shit and racism
That people have in their bodies.

It’s a demon!

Whoa I don’t get it. Whatever man.

When you hold your head up high
Why do people think you look down to them.

You’re not looking down it just seems that way.
It’s like the Matrix man. It’s cool and I don’t know.

I mean when you love yourself what does that mean?
It’s an interpretation of a masturbation of the hipness.

Hip is cool
I go to school
I want to learn
Not be a fool

There’s just not enough!

The Way

Love is just a doorway away.
When you wake up and see
You’ll find true love.
And it will be a brand new day.
For you see that love is the key to all
Human Nature.

Beauty

Your beauty is breath taking in the eyes of men.
When I look into your eyes I am Lost in a field of passion.
The passion of your heart speaks volumes of rhythm.
The rhythm is swinging with that funkness of soul.
Your soul is a spirit unknown to them.
Them that are men who knows of no beauty.
Beauty and peace is a quietness of your aura.
The aura that speaks of peace and nature.

Saalik Ahmad Ziyad
May 19, 2005