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Exiled At Home
Here I am standing in this secluded space with the pillow of hope hanging over my face, I cannot go backward or forward, I am backed up into this corner with my hands tied and destiny dragging my feet as I struggle to break out of this exiled home.
I came from out of town and I am home grown, my parents are very poor and it was the lord’s blessings that pushed me through the door. I got the chance to study at this prestigious university and now I find myself in the crowd screaming and shouting and wrapped up into a law enforcement scuffle.
I have so much to say but no one is coming my way, they are treating us like animal and the whole episode made me feel sad. They call us a global embarrassment but this is the best part of our student lives and without these free expressions our love and destiny will die. We have to break the rules to get the attention to address our wants and needs. It gives us a feeling of fulfillment and fills the void in my empty space.
Life on campus can be lonely and you can really get into yourself and sooner or later, you will disintegrate into hell. Expression is necessary and we have to find the best outlets to act on our ego and innate desires.
Tall men stand up like giant over our head; one touch would dislocate my thin and flimsily frame, and force me to the ground. Big strong American men came in force leap over our heads, they took away our tents and discard our personal belongings and the little things that made us feel happy and carted them off into a garbage truck and parade up and down Madison Street.
They say our cause is unrealistic and they cannot grant us our wish, war is mankind’s design and it is necessary to keep the world intact. The National Guard dressed up like sheriff in disguise rip the tents from my side, I could feel the strain and my body drain from the skirmish and encounter with those strong law enforcement officers.
I have been here for a week listening to various arguments about the war and the thousands of people that have died abroad. It was crucial for me not to take sides as I watched the pushing and shoving, the screaming and the shouting as it gets out of control and angry students starts braking down the door looking for some things that was hidden on the floor, and when they could not get the attention that they seek, they smash the windows to express their greed’s and the drama begins.
Anger is boiling up into my belly, and I am feeling very sorry, I have to do this mom, I am not a coward and this action makes me feel strong. I have to do what I have to do to get this Jesus thing out of my head or I will continue to live a life that gave birth in the doctrine of divinity.
I am glad that I have left home or I would not have grown. I would be still listening to the story about heaven and glory but now I am exiled at home
Please come and release me, I have missed the Mayday parade.
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Christine Phillips
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