by Natalee Fox
Something so hard
goes straight to the soul;
it seems impossible to get over
and my heart is left with a big hole.
I'm trying to be happy, wearing a smile;
but I'm dying inside.
The world seems to be fading,
and I just want to run and hide.
Everywhere I go I see your face,
and realize how much I miss you;
and on the day you died
a piece of me died too.
This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Poems about Death
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22 August 2002: Michelle Knight (21-year-old ) disappears walking home.
21 April 2003: Amanda Berry goes missing the day before her seventeenth birthday.
02 April 2004: Gina DeJesus (14-year-old) fails to come home from school.
For over a decade these girls remained undetected in a house just three miles from the block where they all went missing, held captive by Ariel Castro.
Tortured, starved and raped, kept in chains all that time.
Amanda Berry, who gave birth to Castro's daughter during her imprisonment, broke out through a door in May 2013, leading all three women to freedom.
Castro, 53, pleaded guilty and was sentenced to life plus 1,000 years in prison.
He hanged himself in his cell in September 2013.
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(Poem by Andrew Yip)
Chinatown - the rainbow place,
A rainbow of fresh hopes and fervent dreams
Above dark clouds, grey skies and sombre haze,
Upon this shade and shelter the warm sun gleams.
Chinatown - where heritage and tradition grew,
With bonds of common love and uncommon caring ties,
Tells a tale of early pioneers, tinted red or blue but true,
Of splendour in human endeavour, and glory in sacrifice.
Along side streets and lonely lanes are traces
Of quaint quarters and familiar funky places.
But these are feeble echoes of the past as time left little around,
Though some samsui women and old coolies can still be found.
Know then there's a radiant rainbow in the sky,
And sun and showers from heaven truly bless the land.
Chinatown's heritage and colours will not fade or die,
As long as its roots and role steer clear of shifting sand.
(From the ServiceWorld Chinatown Hostel, Singapore and Singapore Heritage Gallery Collection)