Harder Life Than You

I believe that someone else has a harder life than you. It seems that most people focus on what their problems are in life, and that no one can relate, because no one goes through, what you go through. Have you ever thought that someone has a life a lot harder than the trials you go through in an entire year? In the small villages of Uganda, hundreds of children travel every night to get to safety. The Civil War in Uganda, African is one of the most horrible wars I’ve ever heard about, not because it’s bloody and everyone’s dying, but Joseph Kony and his army the LAR (Lord’s Resistance Army) use children as their soldiers. They are kidnapped from everything they hold dear. These kids have lost everything- family, homes, and their childhood. You would think that these children cry all day, but they don’t think about the past, they think about the present, that they are still alive. The children in Uganda, sing, dance, and do things that make them happy.
Before I knew of these children, I took many things for granted. I thought that my life was so horrible, but then I learned of these poor children that go through the most dangerous things everyday, and come out singing and dancing. If only so many people could learn of this and understand that their life is easy, the world would be a better place. We could help those who had less, the ones who go through the unbelievable all day. It would help so many people around the world, and we could all be brothers and sisters with happy lives. Would there be no wars, fighting, crime, and every bad thing that happens in this world? I don’t think this will every happen though, because people are greedy, selfish, and unreasonable. I wish that we could all understand that our lives are easy, and we have it better off than someone else in the world. After reading this, do you still think your life is harder than anyone else’s?

Sun Magazine Pictures!

Sun Magazine Entries!

The Sun Magazine is an art magazine for DODDs Pacific. I sent in photos I took and some poems I wrote. Here are my entries:

From One Story to Another

I’m from the lights, that blast down on your face.
From those long nights covered in paint,
Falling asleep wherever you can.

I’m from His words-the Book of Mormon-that give me instruction on my path.
Where anyone will help you if you need it,
From the lessons of Sisters you love.

I’m from the pages of anything placed in my hands,
From princesses to vampires to teenage life,
Where you learn about real life, and the want to be life.

I’m from the studio, where you could stay all night dancing,
Doing the thing that you love
From “Can I get Pointe shoes,” to “My knees hurt.”
Stretching until your legs hurt.

I’m from my room, with the multiple personalities.
From a fuzzy blanket to Japanese dark chocolate,
To Wicked to Debussy to Good Charlotte to The Phantom of the Opera to Blink 182
To the touch of my cat, Daisy.

I’m from my best friend, Sarah
When she moved I was heartbroken
From the random emails from each other.

I’m from an island,
For six years now.
From the green and blue,
Where it’s always wet.

I’m from Sundays,
Where you smell the pot roast all day,
And Jamaal is always there.

I’m from those moments-
From singing to dancing to rain
From books and books and books.

I Am What I Am Not Poem

I am not in love with lots of boys,
Nor do I need every guy to like me.

I’m not a skinny blonde,
that everyone wants to be.
But, I’m not a tomboy.
I distaste people who gossip.

I don’t suck at Ballet.
I avoid Volley Ball.
I don’t have any hand-eye coordination.

Broccoli is not my favorite vegetable,
And I don’t care what hotdogs are made of.

I don’t understand why people in the world today,
worry more about money than their families.
I can’t understand how some people don’t believe in God.
But, I don’t think that people with different beliefs are bad people.
I hate it how some people make up things about Mormons.

I don’t need a lot of money to have fun with friends.
I can’t imagine my self-living anywhere else,
besides Okinawa.

I am not perfect.