Poetic Uniforms

Mama, I wanna be an artist I said trillions of times – hyperbole A

Come on, art never let you live with comfort, answered her eye – metaphor B

Dad didn’t say anything in his life, actually, I don’t know how he looks like – understatement B

Enthusiastic years later I entered that university that was as magical as a fairy place where I want to stay – simile C

Counted years I spent learning light shadow color anatomy for the future day – understatement C

Each day I worked like Da Vinci for achieving my goal, but anyone wanted my beauty - simile D

Passed days of me painting hearts, men, children, families, but people only saw demons – symbolism E

The end was near the pum Pam of my Heart was unremarkable – onomatopoeia F

I decided to abandon my all-life dream and accept my actual final. – assonance G

I’m afraid, I’m asleep when my stomach hurts and I can only remember the smell of food – anaphora, imagery H

I’m afraid I have to accept that I failed – anaphora I

I’m afraid, I would have to accept the offer of the yellow-red – anaphora, symbolism I

I present to the interview, I lie a little, and I have been accepted – understatement I

The uniform Is simple, it has the shape of a dull shirt - J

Has the fabric of Malthus, it’s rough, it itches, and hurts. – symbolism, imagery. K

The colors are the red for blood and the yellow for Illness. – symbolism L

It is simple, as the human existence, in contrast with the red uniform color there’s a yellow M linked to my heart – symbolism simile metaphor M

M is for miserably paid, but customers only see a happy meal – symbolism N

Anyone cares about how I feel - N

Like steel – metaphor N

I’m going to quit, not only my job, not only my dreams, also my life – metaphor O

And I’m not fine - P

My painting stalks me – personification Q

I wake up - R

The families I made judge me – symbolism Q

I go to sleep - S

The hearts I drew pump more than the heart inside of me – symbolism, personification Q

I go outside -T

In the street, lots have died. - hyperbole T

A gun - U

Killer queen - V

Had to make a lot of people bite the dust – metaphor W

It’s cold like the bodies she makes – imagery X

I remember my childhood - Y

I remember my family – anaphora Z

I remember my trauma. – anaphora A1

I go to a particular store, - B1

I buy the killer queen – symbolism C1

I feel my failure like the sun in the sky – simile, anaphora D1

I felt the cold in my mouth and my tongue – anaphora E1

I will never feel again. – symbolism F1

It’s Sunday afternoon.

The sun is on the horizon.

People on the streets with flags and t-shirts.

The stadium is empty but, soon, thousands of voices will sing as one voice.

The court is so green and so beautiful like a farm in spring.

the court excitedly waiting to hear that goool!

Defeat doesn't go through our minds,

we live for football and victory.

Our players are never alone.

We, the fans will always accompany them.

Years go by, but this feeling will remain.

This feeling is priceless and our team knows it.

We always want to win and become champions too.

Soccer is what makes us live

Soccer is what makes us give

Soccer is the start of it all

Soccer is way better than the mall

all dying of excitement to win

even those who we did not think would arrive.

Love the colors  A

Love the shape  B

This uniform makes me jump like an ape  B

The Colombian flag placed in my t-shirt is part of my life C

And it represents the place that I come from D

The colors placed in the flag and all over my uniform D

represent elements found all over my place,  E

yellow for the seas of gold, blue for the water in the space E

and red For the blood that our warriors dropped  F

during the war just like us in our awaken dream G

Cause we are a passive-aggressive team G

PUM! I hit the ball  A

And my hand falls A

I really felt something in my hand B

but what I really felt is the refreshing fabric of my uniform C

That feels like being in a pool D

The shape and form of my suit makes me feel full D

With it I’ll always outperform anyone E

When I have it on, I am pure F

No matter the size im secure F

After every match my muscles G

Are fighting with my bones H

Everywhere I go I’m always here A

No matter what I hear A

No matter the issues, I won’t leave B

Please, always believe B

together we accomplish our awaken dream C

Because we are shining stars with my team C

Boca Juniors team

This uniform is the best

Is beautiful I mean

From foot to chest

The color blue, and yellow

Make the team look “Melo”

And for the whole world, I will scream

“Boca yo te Quiero”

Boca juniors t-shirt will be forever

The shield of Boca will stand on the high

The t-shirt will last forever

Boca team will never die

The yellow is as brilliant as the sun

The blue is as huge as a sea

All people having fun

Is the best uniform that I have seen

The big yellow line on the stomach

Is the union of the team

The line is as big as a big mack

Anybody can fight with me

Every star on the shield

Represent every win championship

The team will be proud of it

Match played, match winned

We watched as you killed Dilan Cruz

We watched as you killed Javier Ordóñez

We watched as you killed 16 civilians in Bogotá.

Sure, you claim there are just a few bad apples,

But A SINGLE ONE could spoil the whole bunch.

We watched as you pushed the people to agree with you.

We watch your black uniforms of death.

As soon as we see you we are afraid.

We watch you and your forces of darkness repress.

We heard the banging bullets all around Colombia.

We know that you are not here to protect and serve,

But to add a little touch of repression.

Isn’t it ironic how you claim to protect and serve,

even though the only thing you protect is wealth and the state?

You are as greedy as snakes.

You turn the lifely color green into a deadly mix of oppression and censorship.

You turn a fight for justice into blood and tears.

You are pawns of the state, you are not who you think you are.

Why the protective gear, if you are the ones who shoot first?

You turn debates into wars.

You turn protests into bloodbaths.

You flip your jacket.

You cover your badge.

You become the slave of your uniform and your beloved institution.

Doesn’t matter if you witness a crime

if you don’t witness the rot inside of your institution.

Thanks to you,

Fighting for justice in Colombia is a death sentence.

Wanting real peace is a death sentence.

We watch, we heard, we now know

The lies you’ve told everyone.

We know about the countless innocents you killed.

There is a big question.

It isn't “What can we do about it?”

It is “What CAN’T we do about it”

“From a slave patrol, to a police force”

The Medate as my eyes and ears in the battlefield, -simile A

the Kusazure is the regulation of my feelings of pain and suffering to maintain the posture, B

the katana is the place where the souls of the downed rest in eternal peace,-metaphor/hyperbole C

wakizashi to end the bit of life the victim has left and make a terrible ending to the owner's life, D

the Haidate symbol of perseverance and no fear, Hakama free from fear and fatigue,-assonance E

Tekko symbolizing the fire of my fist in front of an enemy,-symbolism F

Kote, the sleeve that protects me from the only choice in battle, death, sode rough like when you feel a stone. -oxymoron/imagery G

The armor is also a sad memory trapped in time and the last images that many people had in his life before the cracking bone.-onomatopoeia G

This is an important thing for the samurai the fabric and material should be very fine made with cotton and wool soft like the hands of a loved person. -personification H

The Medate also referring to the flag of the revered nation, The red berry.F

The size big and wide as a rhino, to intimidate the adversary.F

The use of this armor has a lot of stories, red is the color of passion and love but in this case, is the death in person. H

The pain and suffering that the user feels it isn’t compared with anything in-universe, also carrying the heavy souls of each downed person.H

If your braveness in your heart is strong you will be capable of getting your fear buried. I

Honor and pride are essential values for wearing this armor, J

remarks on the context of use and the legacy that been passed and buried. I

If you see him you will need to worry, start to run, and hurry. I

The men behind the armor it’s really charmer.J

Many types of warriors but only one wish, being along with his friends honorably buried.I

Always saving lives

Always like a god

I will never leave you

I will stay here like a faithful dog

I represent life but also death (lively death)

Doctors saved my life

But kill my friend

At this moment I feel afraid

I know you are an all good persons

But here you would get a lesson

Doctors saved my life

But I lost my friend

White, White is the color that is in my mind

Also, I think in my best friend

With your care, I will never cross the line

You know I will always be there

White is the color of the uniform

50% polyester 50% cotton

Smells clean

You always make a good job

Because the important part is

That you save my life.

My helmet blinds my thoughts and makes me obey the orders that put my integrity at risk,

Green and rough is my Helmet and it’s as heavy as the conscience I deal with, between

My chest my military plate is so people identify me, I’ve seen unseen, seen

What will traumatize me for thousands and thousands of years, non-stop machines

Roll In the fields, my shirt has the flag of my country and with honor I wear it,

The shirt represents my loyalty to the country, and the protection that it transmits.

my gun as cold as the weather, loaded and heavy, all I can think is about the gun

with the hunger of killing, it protects mi foot and are large and are made of leather, stunned and amazed I am for the things I’ve seen, my future generations will be safe and love their country y grew with, and not live in a country in war, corruption, and blood.

A strong slashing sword hits in the fight, as the wind passes by. Attacking red as blood, black as death, while the enemy takes his last breath. Enemy’s attacks, strong as steel, while the leather armor doesn’t even feel. Warriors of honor and victory, their training life has a lot of history. People of passive words, but aggressive in war, but their feelings are grey as fog.

Person of light-dark leather, and weakening strong metal, they would murder, only for honor. Humans of martial arts, stealthy as a cat, would do anything, for the country of the rising red round sun. Protected by their “Kabuto” and “Do”, and because of this, in battle, they win without a wound. And if they lose, they have no choice, instead of committing “seppuku”.

Armors of vast small leather scale garment. With spiky shape, and flawless fabric, the “tetsu” is too strong, that’s why the fighter is harmless. The armor has too much history, part still a mystery, and that makes it more interesting. A very threatening appearance, but curious too, he could slash you, in the blink of my eye.

White as snow

So clean that it glows

Never leave your patient alone, even when they’re gone

This uniform shows what the nurses carry on

Day by day, never getaway

There when you survive also when you die

Each symbol, depending on the place,

but it represents what we fight every day

Every day, someone dies

Every day, someone survives

Every day is a new day which means they all need to fight until the end

No matter what, no matter how the nurses are your friend

So comfortable such as heaven

This uniform is the one that cures Evan

Who is Evan? Even the one that survives each treatment

This patient is the one, the one that wants to live, the one that survives

don’t be a stick in the mud, he said

In the past, because he is puff* dead

The one died, the one that survives had a happy life

In all this the nurses uniform was part of it, and we are thankful for each arrive