Back in 1990, I won a poetry contest supported by the Library of Congress, my JW parents were so shocked and then they realized that I may pursue this kind of career and started watching closely how much I wrote, they were not excited for me (My mom did apologize for this though when we reunited again in 2000, I thought that was pretty cool that she remembered)....Here goes, keep in mind I was only 16 years, a real deep thinker at that time!
"The Expression"
Allay the harshness in the expression
A jovial pratice is what is favorable
Yet, the practice is distorted and twisted
What a shame a voice says
But, everyone is bound by their own injury
We yell, we yell, and we yell
But, not even one exclusive person hears us!
Shall we disunite and go our distant ways?
No, treasure your life and your race before you
Grope for endurance, reach for vitality
and you will have the right expression
Published in "Of Diamonds and Rust"
Volume 5, 1990
*****Nikki*****