I got to vocal coach at Jack Straw this morning. Students from Foster HS in Tukwila - all recent immigrants, all extraordinary poets.
Poems about their lives. About a father being killed in what used to be the green garden of Afghanistan, where the streets now run red with blood.
About being a witness to a woman being raped in Somalia and now unable to walk.
About missing the clean clear cold waters of home, and a grandmother left in Nepal.
And they are teenagers... relating these unbelievably heart-rending stories, and then getting excited to edit them on the Mac.
My life, as a middle-class white American = CAKE.
These are stories we ALL need to hear - they are our future, these young people. They have lived through things we wince at when we see them in movies.
I am humbled, grateful. Trying to pay attention.