Names carved into stone
Reminding you we were once here
The pain and suffering we endured
For them to “cleanse” the earth
Our existence stripped away
We didn’t fit into his “race”
Piles of shoe, hair and teeth
All that remained of us
Give us the respect and dignity
We were denied when we lived
Don’t forget all the cruelty
Please don’t ever let it happen again
Homemade jewelry
A broken boy's journey in becoming whole through the relentless pursuit and exploration of senseless-nis-nis-nis, as evident in the styling design and fashioning of character dress.
photography by Sága
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Life Outside
an (almost) daily photo project by dorothee lang
looking differently
Celebrating Spirit, the energy of Life, through words and photographs
A poem a day for a year, from my head to here
art design & oddities
Places I pass, moments I save. All photos I post are my own. All rights reserved.
We all have a song within us, and the weaving of all these songs create our world. As I sing my song, living fully and passionately, I see your song. And my own reflected back.
Thoughts on College Life, Social Life, and Life in General
inés replied:
“Piles of shoe, hair and teeth
All that remained of us” … Great imagery!
January 27, 2013 at 2:27 pm. Permalink.