BIG GIRLS NIGHT

it was a complete success! we all had a great
time just being with our sisters. it did test my
patience a little when it kept having to be post-
poned. but it was worth it! i will post some pics later.

The secret event

we are having a secret event know as
BGN. it is going to be fun!!!

The White Tents

The White Tents
As I walk along the dirt path I hear no wind in the trees,
They were burned by terrorists.
I know because I walk on the charred remains.
To replace the green there are only tents
The white tents of refugees.

My brother is a child forced to bomb and murder,
My sister trembles from hunger.
Our quilt, though scorched by fire,
Is more precious to me than a place to sleep
In the white tent of a refugee.

The words “Dad” and “Mom” are foreign to me,
“Mom” because she fell asleep before I chose to remember
Fell asleep on the trek from Sudan to the Kenyan border;
“Dad” because he has always been away as a soldier,
This is why I pitched the tent by myself,
The white tent of a refugee.




Foreigners wanted to take me to a big tent where the children play.
I guess they did not understand
I am older than my age; Children innocent at my age?
They must not have seen where I sleep,
In the white tent of a refugee.

At night the whole camp wails with the babes;
I cannot cry with them for fear of waking my sister
I cannot sleep with her for fear of dreaming of death.
This is why I don’t sleep, even though I have my tent,
The white tent of a refugee.

Yet whenever I feel like dying I fall asleep
So I can dream about the people I saw asleep,
Asleep in their own blood.
I then wake with a smile on my face for I have my tent,
My white tent of a refugee.