Mother’s Tears

She cries,
For her children still have not learned,
If you poison the womb,
The mother is left ill,
She cries,
And tries to stop,
But she cannot,
This body is not her own now,
And she is clouded,
And so she cries,
And cannot stop,
And the people beg “please”,
At the storms,
That are raging,
And she cries,
Because she cannot stop,
Because they did as they pleased,
And burnt her body,
And poisoned her veins,
Choked her,
And drowned her in her own tears,
And the people are now under,
In awe and in fear,
Of her thunder,
They argue over the reasons,
For unexpected change in season,
And still she cries,
And quakes,
And it will only get worse,
For her defilers,
Still refuse to admit
Any mistake,
And so her tears fall on.

-September 3, 2017

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Playground II

August 16, 2017
Our children play,
A spectral epidermal display
They have no reason to hate,
Play and fun is the objective,
They challenge and boost each other up
They care not of
Color of skin,
country of origin,
Language,
Faith,
Gender
Sexual Orientation

But they will soon learn,
Oh, they will be informed
That this play must have order,
Rules,
Time will teach them
To see difference,
And make labels,
With which to hate one another.
If only one could bottle
These moments
To relieve when older,
Before time and bias
taint our innocence

 

Because of Love

I am angry
Because of love,
I am speechless
Because of love,
I am withered
Because of love,
It is love that fuels my rage,
For others actions and their choice to hate,
It is love that makes me choose
To keep trying to get through,
Hate is such an extreme
When love is a simple solution,
But hate steeps and comes from years
Of misplaced aggression,
And denied fears
Hate is the cut
That relieves some of the pain,
When love seems out of the way,
You hate because you are withered,
Hate because you are speechless,
Hate because you are angry,
Hate because you have not been shown
Any other way,
And because of this I will love