So for my creative writing class we have to write a poem every week… A POEM EVERY SINGLE WEEK. Help me. Any ways the topic for this week was to choose a specific moment in time and write about it. Also our poems can’t rhyme. So here is my poem for this week. Feedback is appreciated.
Changing the World
There’s a sticky little hand on my face.
I look down and see deep, dark, bottomless eyes,
18 years younger than mine,
Yet so much older.
My arms around his tiny body
He looks up to see a light skinned, spoiled, teenage girl,
But he doesn’t know that we’re different,
Or maybe he does.
I flew across the ocean for this.
To sit on a cold, dirty, linoleum paneled floor
In a dusty orphanage in West Africa
Holding a child.
I love this moment of existence
Where I’m holding a baby and it feels like I’m changing the world.
I’m in a room stuffed full of happy children,
Who are HIV positive.