Healing a Divided Country
Window to the Soul
This is a graphite pencil drawing of an eye with a tear drop at the bottom. Most people probably have heard the expression “eyes are the window to the soul”. Personally I find that it’s easiest to read people’s emotions through there eyes. In a state of worry or sadness anyone can hide behind a smile but there eyes will give them away.
In our current age, social media allows for information to quickly spread from door to door in the speed of less than a second. Amidst the global pandemic, the tension between different political views was brought to the next level. Democracy is at work, but the country is being ripped apart. Nothing can heal a divided country except for hope and love. Hope for the best outcome, the next generation, us, love people from all backgrounds, and the sense of unity (the colors blue, red, white in the artwork symbolizes the American flag) will bring us and the country together.
This drawing is of two hands that are holding one another. The way the hand’s are holding one another is meant to represent coming together as equals. It's not supposed to be just two people holding hands it’s meant to signify two different people coming together and not caring about their differences. they unite as one to make a difference in the world. They will show that it doesn’t matter the color of your skin or your ethnic background you are still human. They will show that everyone deserves to be treated equally. Just because your skin tone is darker or because you come from a different ethnic background doesn’t make you less important. In the background of the hands there is a globe which is meant to represent that just because you might not be from the same place as the person sitting next to you we are all from somewhere on earth. Also when looking at the globe you can see that it is in the shape of a heart which is to signify we need to stop spreading hate in this world and start spreading more love. Because at the end of the day love, kindness, respect, and the way you treat those that are around you is all that matters.
Fine Arts Category Winner
Healing a divided country means sharing our unique experiences with others and remembering the connections we have with the people around us. During this time, I’ve come to realize that my most valuable experiences are the ones that I share with the people that I love. In order to combat the growing tension in our country, I wanted to create this piece. This snapshot of my sisters and I supporting a local café is symbolic of my personal effort to connect with the people around me, which I believe can occur at
even the smallest scale.
Digital Arts Category Winner
Healing a divided country is based on love regardless of physical attributes, forgiveness after a time of pain and acceptance of our differences. I painted, digitally and also with watercolor, three souls representing the acceptance of the diverse beauty throughout our country. My artwork is in solidarity to bring them a voice, and add to more equal representation and acceptance in our country.
We Rise By Lifting Others
Photography Category Winner
I used chiaroscuro photography with a spin adding the mirrors reflection to help spread positivity during these difficult times. The bottom of the mirror says “we rise by lifting others” just a reminder that kindness will always accomplish more than hate. And that people always listen to kindness. It not only helps other, but it makes you feel good about yourself as well.
Hands Up, Don't Shoot
Taken during a Black Lives Matter march in June 2020, this photo brings back the rage and helplessness I felt that week at the injustice of the world. I can feel my voice, hoarse from screaming “No Justice, No Peace,” “Hands Up, Don’t Shoot,” and others. These protests did not solve the problems of systemic racism in our society, in fact they did not even achieve justice for Breonna Taylor, but the movement is not over and it has already brought so many people together in hopes of healing our divided country and making it truly equal for all.
Grand Prize Winner
Our country is falling apart between political, social, and racial issues. The only way we can heal the nation and come back together is by praying to our Lord, and having the faith that he will heal our country. We need to ask, and believe. He is the answer to healing and reuniting this country, and working together to end the hatred, riots, and all kinds of disputes.
Part of You
Music Category Winner
“In the end, we are just human beings on a planet, so why not treat each other with care? The little things people do, such as changing our clothing as the seasons change or how we have the impulse to light candles when the electricity goes out, makes us all the same. The song talks about how all these little instincts (or impulses) unite us. Therefore, we should treat each other all equally. I believe that is the key to healing a divided country; striving to understand people and their differences and being kind to all.”
Oh, how I long for a country made from thread and needle.
The precocious balance between tight and airy one that can
amended with a simple stich.
Instead, we are a country in shambles, crawling our way back to shore.
A woven country would have birds and crimson leaves sharing
their homes in unity, as we, the creatures, set er so daintily
upon this earth, would play in one large symphony.
Our hands would be sewn together with no cracks in between
for discrimination to occur.
Instead, our leaves are shriveled and trees burnt to a crisp.
Our country is a shattered porcelain glass waiting to be
fixed by vaccines and a new president elect.
Workers are scrambling, like busy bees wearing masks to
create a nation like that of thread and needle.
They need our help.
The need us to turn off our lights and walk to school so that
the ocean waves can meet a blue-eyed horizon instead of a
tide full of garbage and a gray and moody sky.
Look outside and see smoke in the cascades,
and lifeless green bodies strewn with their stumps revealed naked.
Our country is cold.
Each inhabitant is born with distinction,
yet leaves with no such idiosyncrasy.
We are famished,
despite the slaughtered lives sitting on our dinner table.
We can be fixed, though.
There is hope.
Gather our children,
and place them at the forefront of our nation,
for they are our future.
Guide them in picking up our shards of love and equality,
and blunt the edges.
Health them back into place,
until they line up to that of a country made from thread and needle.
Thread and Needle
Poetry Category Winner
This poem starts off by showing what our country would look like if it were close to perfect. Everyone would be treated equally and respectfully. Instead, we live in a broken country filled with hatred, illness, and a dying ecosystem. But, there is hope. This is portrayed by coming together, despite our differences, and holding hope for the children of our future. Our country can become a place filled with love and innocence once again. This is what healing a divided country means to me.
Frightened, Enchanted, Bewitched & Changed
If there’s two things everyone needs, it’s hugs and human connection. Every person alive is deserving and in need of your love, not a drop of it is wasted. It’s so easy to love people, so love recklessly! Don’t be scared of vulnerability, don’t deprive these beautiful humans of a chance to feel your love. This is how we heal ourselves and this country. Also I’d like to give a gigantic thanks to my wonderful friend Julia, who taught me about love and poetry, and successfully bewitched me. Change is possible, change is beautiful, we’re all gonna be okay.
Please stand together, rather than apart.
Think with your mind, but also your heart.
Please listen closely to those in pain.
Use your voice, but also your brain.
Please remember to spread the word.
Again, and again until your voice is heard.
Please sign petitions, fight for reform.
Help stop the rain before the storm.
Please come in peace, but do not give up the fight.
Many of us know what is just and right.
Please pray and pray for our nation to heal,
Pay closer attention to how people feel.
Please remind yourself why you have a voice,
You can help or hurt; it is your choice.
This poem emphasizes the theme of “Healing a Divided Country” through the use of compassion and understanding. Our country is divided in numerous ways and the first step in restoring peace is by letting others know they are not alone in their fight. This poem specifically addresses the issue of racism and fighting for a nation that thinks with their heart. Regardless of who we are and where we come from, we owe it to each other to help one another. A nation filled with violence and hate can be remedied with kindness and advocacy.
Deep in the woods
In the center no less
Two trees grow
Surrounded by rich soil
Blessed with warm air
And nourished with bountiful rain
The forest watched as they bloomed
And noted a pattern
When one grew a little taller than the other
The other would do twice as much
They fought over whose branches were the nicest
Whose trunk was the sturdiest
Whose roots were the longest
The forest watched
As the trees argued on
One day the two trees were so big they could hardly stand
The forest watched as they fought
The soil beneath them grew tired of the bickering
So it dried up, taking the life it gave with it
The tree argued on
The rain became sour
And fell everywhere but where the two trees grew
The air became cold
And was gentle everywhere but where the two trees grew
The trees didn’t notice
And they argued on
The forest watched as the trees fell down
Their beautiful branches falling to the ground
It watched as their bodies decayed to the earth
And the arguing stopped
The forest hoped that when spring came
And new saplings awoke
That they would be kinder
And listen to the warning of those who came before them
The story of
The Two Trees
The Two Trees
This poem is a metaphor for our two party system, it's flaws and its consequences. The aim of the piece is to highlight that there is no good guy or bad guy, no winner or loser. In the end our nation must come together if it wants to heal.
If the skin I crawled into this morning made more of a difference then it might have yesterday
Id hang it up to dry
And crown it with the finest jewels
And scent it with fine perfumes
“What nice skin this is”
To walk around in and be recognized by
But understandably i cannot recognize things such as these myself
For it is my skin
And mine alone
Just as yours is yours
If the skin I crawled into this morning was the same color
The same denomination
The same sex
As yours may be
How would the air taste to me on the days I choose to wake
Bitter on days that end with y
Sweet in the seconds i fall back asleep
Because in our dreams we are not our skin
The world faces a locked door when we dream
Time freezes and all the earth stands still
And in my dreams I see no violence
Not because I choose to
But because she is not there
Wreaking havoc upon me
In my dreams
If the skin I crawled into this morning was yours and not mine
How scary the world might seem
Recognize What's Wrong
This piece is a notable account of recognizing self privilege regarding oppression. A way to say, "I am not you and you are not me and we are not the same" I felt it was really important to write something like this in modern times of unrest. I would hope it reminds the reader of their worldly experience or lack of experience. I wrote this as a way of recognizing that oppression spans over generations of minorities, and it's of dire importance to recognize privilege and use it to equalities advantage.
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