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….
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Kinstugi
A crack shownMended with glueFractures reappear New accrueFear of breakingSending tremors deepNot enough glueWill make this mug keepUnable to be filledOr used for it’s purpose Liquid leakingAll over the surfaceSitting unmendedBroken and unusedAlone on a shelfEgo bruised Ground trembles The earth quakesOne small tumbleMug breaks Light peers throughTears flowGentle hands embrace Gathering slowEvery piece foundBy…
Let’s Say
Let’s say By: Audra Ohm Let’s say, Rosa Parks didn’t speak out. Let’s say, she buried her pain deep in that route. Instead, she pierced her lips and let fear close them shut. Then, moved to the back with a pain in her gut. Let’s say, Billy Graham didn’t give his life to God. Let’s…
Here’s to the Ones
Here’s to the ones that left their homes, Headed for school or work alone. Grabbed their keys and got in theirs cars, Praying for a normal day, not one with scars. Here’s to the ones at the wrong place and time. Wrongly accused of an inconceivable crime. Put on trial with minimal evidence, Death row…
Lord, I can’t Breathe
By: Audra Ohm Nothing I say can take away the painNo words can erase the pastNo sentence can bring back the slain My ignorance is tolerated no moreThe land of bliss is rotting from the coreLord, I can’t breathe Nothing I re-share will clear my privilegeNo post can make it rightNo amount of time will…
One Horned Flying Horse
I look in the mirror and what do I see? One horn on my head, not two or three Everyone I see has more than one They are all alike except for me I stand alone in my pail plain skin While others around me all blend in Different colors all around I’m outside the…
child of mine
the enemy whispers into your ear lies fill your mind hate leaves your mouth hurt comes in the form of tears day after day hour by hour minute by minute you fight what they say you are a loser you are unworthy you are not loved you are mediocre these are lies disguised as truth…
Hope Matters 