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When the airplane crashed
And the President died Peace perished While hatred ...violence ...destruction Engulfed Rwanda. Hutus slaughtered Tutsis. Families turned on each other Women were raped by neighbors Fear permeated the hot, dry air To breathe meant to taste death. Hundreds of thousands of lives gone So quickly. They tried to flee They tried to hide They tried. And yet So many died. Murdered violently, viciously. How can one human do that to another? How can there exist such a hatred so vile? How do you overcome such pain? My heart aches for their loss Their suffering Their hurt. How does one heal Once you have survived One hundred days of hell? 25 years ago a genocide occurred that would forever stain our world. For one hundred days over half a million Rwandan’s were killed (not just Tutsis but also Twas and moderate Hutus were killed), violently, as their neighbors and even family members turned on them. As America stayed silent. We closed our eyes to the pain of so many. I am ashamed to have not learned of this atrocity until 25 years later. I recently read the book, “The Girl Who Smiled Beads” by Clemantine Wamariya. Healing can only happen once voices have been heard. I hope you will hear her voice as well as so many others who endured one hundred days of hell. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-48673713?ocid=socialflow_facebook&fbclid=IwAR3N5cLU9BBBuTsw5JWH54bu9PbqH3lNCtmOVjk2dEtVaB09JIAw3pD2fLY
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Poetry by: AsherahAlthough she was selectively edited out of the Bible two thousand years ago, she raises her voice for women today in hopes of a better tomorrow, as she makes waves of change, one poem at a time. Archives
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