POETwitteRY 373 It has been

intimated

That we are

all related.

You and I and

each other too,

So that means

we know what to do.

Stop this insanity

against

Humanity.

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She Has Always Known

She reaches out

Pulls it near.

Hugging gratitude close to her heart.

She moves lightly and with joy,

Dancing with gratitude.

For gratitude is the best partner now.

Life being good for so many reasons.

There has been so much for which;

To dance for,

To hug closely for,

To be grateful for,

Everything in this life has had magnificence to offer.

Bringing her to this magical present.

This is the only way to get here.

Who We Are

Racialized in our society

Or being socialized in sobriety,

Or drunken ugliness

That leads to this mess

I must confess

To help redress

My part in the

Lifetime of our nation

Conundrum

I wish we were all hypnotized

And it was all humdrum

To see that

It’s better we change racialized

In my, your, their eyes

That we instead become humanized

And come to realize

That we can apprise

All

That

There is but one race

The

Human

One

Lets slow down

Look around

See the

Beings that are

Humans making

Up

Humanity

Words of Light

Will follow

Won’t follow

Every word said sounds hollow

Platitudes are weak

Why even speak

It’s the same as turning the other cheek

How about words of kindness

Problem-solving too

With so many in pain

It’s what we need to do

Lets live the life intended

Not one prematurely endedIf we as followers don’t

Then they as leaders won’t

Lead us to demise

Rather than the light

In others’ eyes

Citizenry

To be me

To be free

To be part of this

Country

To see

Truly see

What we’re supposed to be

Not part of Illegitimacy

Decision

Division

indecision oblivion

Branch Dividian

all earth citizen.

It’s all a con.

Not just by

the Orange Don.

But his Trumps all.

This is not – a ball,

nor any fun at all,

this constant call

for vitriol.

Against us all

Muslims, blacks,

immigrants one and all.

Unless you’re white y’all

and maybe “Christian” if that’s what you call

all this ribald folderol

behind your wall.

Let’s change

the conversation

for creation

of dialogue,

a prologue

to minimizing this long,

slow slog

and end with an epilogue

of love.

A decision

ending derision.