In Which Yaya Writes

United States

^Tully My Chick
Lil sis calls me Yaya
Dancing in Public
Dream Home: Africa

Message from Writer

There’s someone out there that knows you. He knows your struggles and fears. And He loves you. His name is God, and He is with you.
“In the absence of any other proof, the thumb alone would convince me of God's existence.”
-Isaac Newton
“Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth.”
-C. S. Lewis
“Truth, liberty, freedom, God- all of them can be summed up like this: Light. And without Light, let me tell you, we will live in a Dark place, indeed.”
-Me, 2020
“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?”
-Psalm 27:12
“He says, ‘Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
-Psalm 46:10

what the biggest eyes of vision see

April 21, 2021

a girl with 
as big as  
the laughing midnight  
whose vision  
from rolling ocean shore  
looks around 
at the big, 
big world  
and sees the things  
we simply cannot.  
she looks at 
a patch of dirt  
after a  
storm, covered in  
dots and dimples,  
and sees a  
thousand birds,  
feathers so full and 
eyes beady with 
beaks as  
bright as the  
midday sun.  
they peck holes in 
the ground  
to find worms  
or she sees a  
thousand tiny ants,  
bodies red and loopy,  
legs skinny yet so,  
so strong,  
each striking  
out for their  
building a  
house for one. 
or she wishes  
she just 
could have seen 
the master  
of pointillism,  
create its  
beautiful art. 
she looks at the fire,  
and sees dancers  
in the flames.  
bending and bowing,  
chattering and laughing,  
their red dresses  
their love— 
so fierce,  
it burns.  
she looks at  
clouds of smoke,  
and while others cry,  
and point at the  
spinning mass,  
she sees emotion, 
anger, hurt, passion,  
so thick 
it spirals. 
she looks at a tree,  
and sees  
every individual leaf, 
each one a  
different shade  
of green.  
she sees the  
heart of nature 
with open arms,  
poor woodland creatures 
who have no home.  
she sees love sparkle 
around the sun-setting 
she looks at animals—  
cows, dogs, cats, chickens—  
and can see 
their emotions,  
radiating off  
joy, sadness, anger, laughter,  
like waves of color that  
she can see. 
she knows what they are thinking,  
when all but their eyes  
are silent. 
she can find a friend,  
when others notice none. 
she looks at  
the sky,  
and sees a playful  
her eyes so crystal blue,  
painting to her  
hearts delight 
the clouds upon which 
we gaze.  
she looks towards the ocean,  
and can see the  
whales swimming  
in the shimmering sea,  
their fins flapping,  
as they beckon her to  
join them, 
their calls echoing 
across the 
she can see the mountains,  
stoic and respected, 
with a gleam 
in their eye,  
telling her to climb them.  
she can see jungles,  
as mischievous as the  
animals that  
abide within it,  
rivers teasing her,  
trees calling for her 
to brave their  
twisting centers. 
she takes her  
shoes off,  
to feel the  
ever-shifting sands  
of hope  
beneath her feet; 
to feel  
the soft, grass,  
covered in a 
thousand tears of dew,  
finally wipe their eyes.  
she wears her 
hair down,  
to feel the wind  
come tell her hello,  
and bring her new  
from across the world.  
she finds beauty  
in all the nature  
around her.  
but the most beautiful  
thing she has ever seen  
are people. 
their smiles so  
white and gleaming  
like freshly fallen snow.  
their hair thick and shiny,  
playing at their  
their hands  
so ready  
to hold another.  
she looks at them,  
and her very  
heart swells  
with happiness  
and wonder.  
she goes to the  
little ones, and  
spins them  
'round and 'round,  
until all their  
laughter mixes  
into one joyful sound.  
she goes to the 
grown ones,  
and listens to 
what they say,  
nodding and smiling,  
until her head hurts,  
but the pain flows away  
because she knows  
they are happy.  
she goes to the aged ones,  
and talks with them,  
holding cold hands lined with  
time, until  
she warms them again.  
never has she seen,  
a more 
beautiful creation.  
she thanks the Creator,  
for these people most of all.  
when they cry, 
she cries.  
when they hurt,  
she hurts.  
when they laugh,  
she laughs.  
until all of them  
they have a friend  
in this girl, a girl with 
as big as  
the laughing midnight  
whose vision  
from rolling ocean shore  
Word Count: 626        
Draft #: Final
Spoken Word Performance Link:

I got this idea during my Youth Group on Sunday. I wasn't going to enter the competition but this idea was too much to ignore. I really hope you like it as much as I do! 

I've never created a Spoken Word Performance and it took me many tries, mosquito bites, and exasperated sighs, but I think it turned well.

Thanks to rwong & ~madeline~ for their reviews, and thanks to everyone who commented and liked!

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  • YW_H

    Wow, this is so beautiful and thought-provoking. I love the fabulous repetition and the wonderful meaning of this poem, it gave me shivers! Keep writing :)

    about 1 year ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Great video!

    about 1 year ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Good luck!!! I'll watch the video tomorrow.

    about 1 year ago