PARIS GRAMANN
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Final Art Piece

Along with an art piece, we were able to do interviews with our new friends. From the interview, my project partner, Hannah, and I created a spoken word.
To close out the project, our class created an art gallery and performance event. Below is the spoken word that Hannah and I performed. Folling is a reflection of the project.
Spoken Word
God. Where are you?
My child is born in this thick jungle of confusion. This jungle of dark leaves, of blood, of malicious anarchy.
God. Where are you?
I can’t have my child growing up in this violence!
God. Where are you?
I’m running away now, running from this hail of bullets. The boom boom boom of the footsteps behind me, the crunching of leaves dead like my elders, get CLOSER and CLOSER.
God. Where are you?
This child needs to be safe. She needs to be sheltered. Lord, keep me strong, strengthen my faith.
God. Where are you?
I’ve done my best to shelter her from this bullet fire, to shelter her from this violence. Please take us to a place where we can actually call home.
God. Where are you?
Bless my child’s head with the love you are supposed to show. Don’t let her see what I have seen.
God. Where are you?
Don’t let them catch her, don’t let them put a gun in her hands, force her to march, shield this small body from hours of sweat, blood, and tears.
God. Please!
Don’t let them lay a hand on her. Don’t let them touch a hair on her sweet, innocent, little head.
God, protect her!
God. don’t let her skin turn purple, her lips shed blood. Keep her feet in shoes and her bones unbroken.
God. Where are you?
God don’t let her eyes see what no child should ever see. Please give her the means ...
TO GET OUT.
*silence*
God, thank you
for showing us the light.
God, thank you
for showing us all unity - one nation under your reign.
God
She’s old enough to know your love. She can feel it, and she wants to preach it out to others.
God, the love
you’ve shared has made her grow. Now she wants to teach your love to the world.
God ... thank you.
Project Reflection
I have learned about the history of the refugee's struggle, this struggle's birth place, how the refugee gets saved and relocated, and the biggest part in many of the refugees' lives. We have learned so much about the history of Burma, Sudan, Eritrea, and much much more. Many of these histories stem from governmental control with little democratic voice for the people as well as/or a heavy religious conflict. The birth place of these conflicts many times seem to come from discrimination. People always start the hate on other people... but only people can stop it. I have learned about the IRC and their mission: To help save and relocate refugees while creating a lasting change in not only the refugees' lives but also (if they can) in the lives of the refugees who are still in the country at war. I have also learned that the life of a refugee heavily revolves around a creator. Many of these refugees believe strongly in God and they are often extremely thankful to be alive. They are extremely appreciative people and I hope that all of us walked away a bit more like them.
Through this project, I learned that my heart really is in a place where I want to help people. I have realized that life is much bigger than our little San Diego County -- our little USA. This 100% makes me want to join an organization like the Peace Corps even more and it makes me feel bad that I am not doing anything to even help the people in my own community. I have realized that genuine connections are important, especially to those who do not have many connections at all. Also, I have realized that I do like performing (for the most part:) and I really like Spoken Word.
I started out being the leader for the PR group, later handing the role over to Sarah O. Here, I delegated roles, got some contact information, emailed my group letting them know directions, and got together a good list of some places for us to contact. I then switched groups to go into Poetry. In the poetry group, Hannah and I practiced our spoken word ENDLESSLY, changing it almost the entire time (until the last few days). We performed it for a few different audiences, asking and taking critique each time. We asked for help from teachers like Mr. Sevilla and Mrs. Clark and focused on putting the emotion into our poem and performance. At the event, we practiced even more. When the time came to present our poem, we got up there, messed up a few times from stage fright (although everyone said they didn't notice), and even had a girl come up to us and tell her we gave her chills! (the ultimate compliment!) This was a great experience that helped me with my stage, memorizing, and performing confidence.