Show Them

Our job isn’t to change people. To make them different or same like us. Forcing them into a perfectly shaped steeple. As they sit in rows quiet and straight, Hiding from others. Afraid of the potential hate. We live in a world that’s black or white. It’s one or the other, not full of color….

To the People

I wrote this poem around a year ago and never felt it was the right time to share it. Maybe I was scared to have my words out there, maybe I was thinking it was too heavy. Either way, I can’t keep it hidden any longer. My heart breaks for our country. I want peace,…