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

 

All of Our America

August 15, 2017
My great, great grandfather,
was klan
They found from a cloak in the closet,
After his death.
I am not proud.
But this is where I make my stand

I am sure in the family
he was not alone,
–Mine and yours,
It is a brotherhood,
A sisterhood,
Of hooded hoods,
Stirring a vitriole of self esteem,
Comprised of outward hate
Of anything too far out of reach
To understand,

Customized to rally and engage
every man, woman,
and child,
And then we look down
With self shame, guilt,
Letting the hoods parade past
Numbers unscathed,
And so the parade marches longer,

As we are unwilling to face
This all too familiar hate
No longer masked,
And on a familiar face

Boredom
And hard times,
Compounded by
Ignorance,
Fed upon
By serpentine minds,
Harp on the willing,
Eager to place blame
And fabricate lies
Fueling the base
That teaches self love
Through hate,
Claiming epidermal unity,
Adding religious creed,
Wherever it serves the need
Perverting patriotism,
Head shaven, business attire, or white hood,
Ideologies the same,

Do not ignore the difficult topic,
It is cutting too close to home now,
Or become complicit
In the very hate you wish not to condone,
Washing your hands,
In blood of the fallen,
Denial becomes guilt becomes white clothen attire,
Feel the heat
As the crosses burn,
As the rallies chant,
This shame need not last unchallenged
Love conquers hate,
And this is all of our America.

Before She Came to Be

August 11, 2017
Once upon a time,
she was yet to be,
From my position now
this fact is difficult remembering,
Since she came
Every breath I take
Is for her,
The reason I wake
Is her,
My every motion,
Her,
I am motivated by this being
formed inside and of me,
I tend to her now with
Unconditional, incomparable
love and direction,
And live each day
Because of and for her