When I was four or maybe five
My world around was my surprise
I lived at home and on my street
Where all my neighbours I would meet
Outside we’d play and live in freedom
Retire inside within our kingdom
Each day would bring a new adventure
Where we all travelled “Bonaventure!”
This was my world, my sense of life
Never knew the word called “strife”
My friends across the street from me
Always brought good company
Some words they said, I never heard
“It’s in Italian, from Italy!”
I tried to say but only slurred
“That’s OK”, they said to me
I did not question, nor reflect
Being young you don’t regret
I’d learn some words and try a few
My British roots were added too
And on this street on one clear day
I asked my mummy to look my way
I asked about my bank account
And inquired of its amount
She looked at me like I had horns
“Where on earth?” she really scorns
Wondering now, what did I do
I said my friend had one too
She look at me and simply said
“Oh silly child they’re Italian purebred.”
But what she said next blew me away
“We’re not Italian!”…what did she say?
Or how I felt a sudden rift
How I remember this paradigm shift
I thought I was Italian! it’s true!
We were all the same, was my point of view
So now I remember how this “different” started
What was together was now departed
What I thought in human nature
Removed by that of human nurture
I forgot about money and bank accounts too
I now saw a difference between “me” and “you”
But how it’s perceived is significant here
Humanity is first, this I hold dear!
It still remains with me this day
That I was happy to think my way
Those words said then, That very moment!
The word called “different” was my opponent!
#PaulaG #paulapoems #opism
I’m writing poems almost every day😇
It is easier for me to #share this way
I really hope that you don’t mind.
I like words that magically unwind.😊
But on Sunday! I like to share from my special collection.
And today my poem here is a child’s reflection
I strongly believe in humanity
I also support diversity
The poem I share here is a true story. I lived and was raised on a street here in Canada where every neighbour was from somewhere else around the world. It was a land of immigrants all here on this street; like a United Nations of different cultures and diversity.
But it is through the eyes of a child reflecting here, who didn’t know anybody was different. She saw people for people and thought they were all the same. Sure there were differences, but she knew that God made everyone unique.
“It’s one of the first lessons in life
and a disheartening one too,
when the pure mind of a child
is altered by a view.” #opism
This one is rather funny actually….but it rings so true
What I want to say to you.
Comment after what challenges you see in our daily life of humanity?
#PaulaG #paulapoems #opism
#whatinspiresme #creativity #italy #motivational #leadership #future #happiness #humanity #unitednations # diversity #education
We are all unique and should celebrate
But also remember all humans equate
No one is better when born on this earth
The lives that we live are different from birth
One must consider the mind of a child
When born we are pure, tender and mild
Life is the test beyond all comprehension
We are born in a world of condemnation
In order to walk we learn how to crawl
In order to get, we learn how to bawl
In order to love, we learn to survive
In order to die, we must first be alive
#poetry #writing #life #storytelling #deeplearning #psychology
2 thoughts on “I THOUGHT I WAS ITALIAN…”
This is a wonderful poem of that little girl Paula. You have an awesome gift, that you can share your lovely work with the world.
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Rocky….thank you so much. I see that gift from God….and that which is meant to share. Hat little girl is still me. Blessings my friend. And Happy New Year too! 🙏