My black face fades, hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn’t, dammit: No tears. I’m stone. I’m flesh. My clouded reflection eyes me like a bird of prey, the profile of night...
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Truth be told, this poem has always fascinated me, even before I viewed pictures of the Vietnam Memorial. Or heard about Maya Lin. They (Komunyakaa and Lin) are both astoundingly creative. And I like how things external to us, help engender us to be more creative. We must remember that, we are not empty vessels. There are so many things, people and places outside of us that are filled with life. Feelings. Emotion.
Below I give you three buildings I studied at school, ones that have stayed with me even today.
W.P. # 28 Now, choose your own. Write about a building, monument or structure that holds some significance for you. Or if not, create one.