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Souvannaseng Boriboune #347426
OSCI- PO Box 3310
Oshkosh, WI 54903
Peace and Blessings.
To everyone that was been following my blog. Here
are a few more poems I've wrote recently or awhile back ago. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do. Just to clarify some things, on some of my poems you will see the names Al-Qamar, Salihin, or Souvannaseng. All these names are me, just different names Acquired thru the years. Also, to my good friend Kat, Haven't heard from you via mail Hope everything id all well with you. With that being said here are a few random thoughts for my followers:
- " A real person is whom that has been injured by the depths of sorrow, Been betrayed by life and love ones and yet; still capable of rising up from the ashes without any bitterness to life and their selves".
- " A beautiful person is not whom that is blameless spotless and without flaws. It is whom that had disappointed their love ones in so many ways, that they know how to grow and be true to their selves and will never betray their selves or anyone else again. Even if the consequences is death."
- " Show me the most beautiful things in the world and I will show you it's flaws and ugliness thing in this world. I will teach you how to see it's Grace and Beauty".
Anyways, All and all I hope my words in my writings give ya'll Gimpese into my very being and sour. Also, that it inspires ya'll to express yourselves to the world.
With that, Peace is what I wish for all and blessing are always unknown until it comes. So take advantage when it does.
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-Jae from Oshkosh
I would like to know more about your story if you don't mind.
I will try to write to you by hand but I figured this will be faster. I live a minute away from the correctional institute so it's literally in my backyard.
Internally i may be someone very simple or quite complex. I think I am someone who takes the worlds problems and make them my own. I am often left hopeless about mankind and that people are so hate-filled, it makes me sick. I am a very open-minded person and my first instinct is to empathize with others. This may be both a strength and a weakness. I tend to see the good in everyone and like to know people's stories because I can understand why someone might act out in certain ways. I'm also pragmatic and logical, but at the end of the day, sensitive and emotional might take over. I recently went to California for my maternal grandmother's funeral and i was so afraid to just let loose and cry and fought back so hard. I have never been to a funeral for someone close before and i didn't know what to expect. I just knew it was going to be hard. Little did I know that there is so much politics behind any Hmong tradition or event. My grandma was a shaman but she was also unmarried and she had all daughters and one step son. Even though her daughters are her flesh and blood, the step son had the say in everything, even if he did not love her. I was always taught to respect elders but I never knew that behind all the formalities, adults don't really like one another. Well, anyway, i also had a hard time trying to comfort my mother. My family is your typical Asian family. Very little emotion and a lot of discipline. My parents don't ever say things like, "I love you" and we never hug or show affection... so it's hard for me to comfort others since I'm so "emotionless" is what they call me at work. So when my grandma passed, I was at work and I pondered the ways in which I would go home to see my mom. I wasn't sure what to do that would help but when I got home, my mom was in bed crying and I just went in there and laid with her and cried with her. This is when she told me a story about how much she loved her mom. She was 8-10 years old in Laos.