I am indeed still here:D
So there is this poem I’m Still Here by Langston Hughes. So here it is:
been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
Looks like between ’em they done Tried to make me
Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’–
But I don’t care,
I’m still here!
I heard a protester in Philly Recite this Poem. Unlike the effect of reading it, This man Was living it. The Poem had real meaning. He was there. He had been scared and battered.
His hopes the wind done scattered
In October the Snow had friz him,
In the open the sun had baked him,
He looked like between em they done tried to make him
stopped laughin’, stopped lovin’, stopped livin’
but he DIDNT CARE!
because in the end, he was still there.
I wish I knew why. But this man, in my mind, put a face to this poem. He was a man of literal, many words. But he was still there, just as the poem had said. He just didnt care, because he was still there. I respect him whether he is there for a cause or just to be there reciting poems, because he was real!