Imagine... a movement inspired by the arts to open the eyes of Americans to the plight of their own people. Imagine, through art, music and poetry, we are shining a much needed light on our own crisis: HOMELESSNESS
Art4TheHomeless was once a blog called Colors of Ink with Blogcharm, which closed down. Nutang, became the new home of Colors of Ink and was renamed Art4TheHomeless, by a really good friend, Samantha Medd. She is now the Co-Founder of Art4TH.
Now Art4TH is a 501(c)(3) Nonprofit Organization that unites artists of all venues to promote homeless awareness in the US.
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Wednesday. 10.22.08 4:46 pm
Frienship blossomed once upon a time
Blinded to bloody wars ravaging the same garden
We were surrounded by racial divide
Yet it never divided us
It didn't matter that y ou were black
and I am white
What mattered was loyalty, trust, honesty
What mattered was laugher, fun, and joy
I prayed for you when you were suicidal
I hoped for you when you were hopeless
I let you stay with me when you were homeless
I moved away and you stayed
I became who I am and
You became who you are
And to see the divide clearly before us
Friendship ruined by racism
Yeah, you mentioned that I was the only
White friend you had
Yeah, you hinted that you wouldn't have me as a friend
Except for the fact that I was there
When you needed me
You say I changed
I see you have also
What happened to the friendly girl
Where it didn't matter where one was white
and another was black?
What happened to the friendship?
Could you let a little thing like
Skin color change the hue of friendship
Or can I let go of a bitterness that
Threatens to keep me from
Reaching out and becoming another true friend
When you visited, you didn't visit at all
You needed someone to stay with
So you wouldn't have a high hotel bill
Yeah I was busy, but not too busy to
Spend time with a long lost friend
Who was to busy to even notice
Her old friend's distress
You had more important things
Than an old friend who
Hoped for you when you were hopeless
Recommended by 2 Members
RYN: lol the massage is nice.. but ... u have to relax... or u might broke ur neck lol
» jolenesiah on 2008-10-22 09:05:34
o man. that sucks..
» merrick on 2008-10-22 10:06:58
Your poetry is so terrific; why don't you put your poems in your ezine?
» YoungAtHeart on 2008-10-22 10:51:31
sometimes i don't really understand why people bother so much of what u r rather than who u r.
» renaye on 2008-10-23 11:12:37
pls visit my blog to get ur gift.
» renaye on 2008-10-24 10:58:29
hey that poem is really sad.. :(
» Zanzibar on 2008-10-25 08:04:28
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