"Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves"
MY STORY
Randoll Bellevue is a 17 year old who was born in Haiti and has experienced some difficult times as a child, but he grew to overcome and leave them behind. He has now made many new friends and created new memories. He uses poetry as a way to explore emotions and he also thinks reading poetry is a great way to get some advice. He loves to be active and helpful. You can either find him playing music or sports with his friends and helping out the community in any way possible.
“TO THOSE FROM ELEMENTARY,” FROM THE OUTCAST!
If I said I was from the small island of Hispaniola,
where life is always difficult,
but freedom is something we all have,
Would you know where I’m from?
If I said that the move from a third world country
to a diverse, technologically-advanced, economically balanced one -
having to forget about traditions and the way one lived
In order to fit in, was a very difficult experience -
Could you relate?
If said that I sat at a wooden table
paper, pen and brain at hand
Finding myself unable
To understand this very strange lexicon -
Would you help?
Yes we might be close now,
but, did you know how I felt then?
I observed, I listened, and I even tried to differentiate
between the voice patterns and the moods of y’all.
In those times I felt like I didn’t belong.
I struggled to understand what was going on,
You struggled to vibe to this poor little song
An outcast!
That’s how I felt. Don't worry
I'm not blaming you or showing any sign of resentment
But rather, I just want you to look at how long I’ve sanged.
It's been almost 10 years, dang!
To those from elementary, Thank you
For if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have improved
and probably wouldn’t have lasted.
Once again, thank you!
From yours truly,
The Outcast.
WHAT MAKES A GOOD POEM
Numerous meanings hidden by well selected words and rhyming makes up for a good poem. And to make it even better I believe that a poem which gives positive and useful advice about life to others are the best.
HURRY
by Randoll Bellevue
Can we just hurry,
To the next year.
So we can get rid of our
Quarantine fears.
Can we just hurry,
And stop all the killing.
Try to understand
How Everyone!! is feeling.
NO
Matter the color of your skin,
We are all humans right?!!
So why can't we let it sink in,
That RACISM shouldn’t be a thing.
Can we just hurry,
And end all the nonsense.
“You want a vaccine,
Just chug Mr. Clean”
Or
“Is a cure out of reach?
Fumigate your lungs with bleach.”
More than 150,000 Dead,
Oh well vote for Trump, he said.
Can we just hurry,
And elect someone new already?
Whether its for equality, or for a vaccine
I'm tired of waiting for something to change,
So can we just hurry it up.
F*&#% 2020 man,
Is it ever gonna end
EVENING STROLL
By Randoll Bellevue
Their colors now spent
As autumn takes its toll
Trees once so vibrant
Are changing with fall
The autumn breeze carries fine drops,
each one a promise of the rain to come.
It carries with it the fragrance of the Earth.
Although the smoke wasn’t worth it.
I saw caterpillar sleep inside of its cocoon,
Like a baby wrapped in its blanket.
Soon to crawl out with wings of deep sapphire blue
And take its first flight.
Furry and brown
See them on trees or on the ground
They live in nest, but I’ve always wondered
How would it be like to have them as pets?
As I go on this evening stroll
I see nature at its finest.
Where its not disturbed
By human pollution.