Now, I will be asleep when this is actually announced. In the meantime though, I have decided to write a little poetry of my own. How this is will go, will be anyone’s guess though, haha
One Day … Too Your Face, I will let you know the voice you gave too me.
One Day … Too Your Face, I will expose how you did know me. So when you realised that I knew you knew, it was all over.
One Day … Too Your Face, I will TELL you how I don’t waste another single second on useless toxic emotions.
I will say too you, all that you taught me.
I will say to you, you taught me to listen for the people who WILL listen too me.
One day and too your face … I will tell you how I could never cruel and unkind to others, like you are.
Too your face … I will tell you how my friends ARE friends.
I will tell you to your face that I will never again, spend my life, waste a single second on someone who never thinks of others and their lives.
I can’t be cruel or unkind to you, because you taught me the biggest lessons in my life. How can I be cruel or unkind, to someone who did teach me so much about myself?
“I know. I know how lost you feel. But I assure you, you will be okay.” I know. I know how lost you feel. How when you look up at the sky, you feel like blowing away in the wind. How you see your sad eyes in the mirror and wish for it all to […]
I am sure most of you have heard of Cecil the Lion and the very sad story that has followed since. I clearly care about more animals and people than just “Cecil the Lion”, but if I were to post about everything I am passionate about, my news-feed postings would never end!lol…With animals (for me personally) they cannot speak for themselves, for example today, a white Rhino died the same week as Cecil…leaving 4 known left in the world, forever…We caused that, we owe these animals…So thanks for those supporting me and not making me feel bad about speaking up, cause apparently there are a lot of people who are upset people caring so much about “just a Lion”…I kind of want my children and my grandchildren to be able to see wild animals running around free…That’s just me though…I’m hoping that this tragedy will bring some good, especially for conservation!
There was a poem written by this 13 year old boy whose wishes to remain anonymous, and for me personally, it speaks exactly to how I feel and what I think about the situation.
I am Cecil.
Naturally I am powerful. Yet the situation was such that I am not longer alive. Alive to hunt, alive to live, alive to be African. I am not Cecil. But I am Africa, An Africa for you to kill, obviously.
I am every rhino and elephant that you tear apart. I am the Ivory ripped from their faces, for you to consume. I am rhino and elephant. I am Cecil, I am Africa.
I am sorry that we can’t defend the defenseless against people with weapons used to attack. I am sorry that we can’t bring Cecil back. You’ve killed Cecil. You’re killing Africa.