Mary-Elizabeth and other missionaries set out to help persons of a poor community called Mamsby.When the got to the first house they were not too suprised.The house looked like a thatch house like the Amerindian houses,the floor is dirty and the yard is muddy.They then entered the house and a foul stench hit their noses and made one of the missionaries dizzy.There were flies and insects everywhere. Everyone sleeps in one room on a piece of cut up mattress on the floor.There are six children in the house.They don't have enough food because the parents are not working.The water that comes from the pipe was like water coming from a river that had overflowed its bank and there is no electricity.The children don't play much because their bodies don't have enough energy to move about. Their cooking is done on wood fire

Jdb's song lyrics :)

I wrote these poems whenever I felt left out, ignored, not loved, hated , disrespected, and some other feeling some of us humans know too well

Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their respective owners.

They say i'm the Beauty and he's the Beast, but my life is far from a fairy tale. I thought I had everything figured out, I thought I knew what was real and what was fantasy but this trip has been anything but normal. ------- "You've dragged me to hell and back but I would do it again if I get to call you mine. We're anything but normal. A marine and a werewolf, not exactly a match made in heaven........or was it?" ~~~~~~ Completed

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

love, hate, respect you could love, but that doesnt mean you can't hate, You can hate but you still have to respect, even when you have completely nothing left