‘I will light you up!’
( the death of Sandra Bland )
What harms your world designs mine
I react when I can see your life unraveling
before my eyes, while listening, hearing about travesty.
I too have inconsolable outcomes
to the unnerving reality of that which we all must endure,
without ever being given a rational reason.
We can all remember that time,
life changed at the drop of a dime,
and all we believed was suddenly placed into question.
We got past it, and moved on,
didn’t even imagine that in the
Yet we all do go forward,
early on the minutes slowly emanate hours,
to next mornings,
following later on, weeks ago,
and years go by,
yet memory remains,
far too many minds are left still winding the clock
trying to find where the seconds before suddenly
turned upside down until there simply was no telling
how ludicrous this loss, this happening, this life changing
travesty would befall our simple, safe, and seemingly
Are we so capable to know
that what it is out there that designs our daily motives
will truly be waiting for us
later on or shan’t we be compelled
to strive beyond that which we can be decisive.
Suppose we wish not go there,
that path of optimism or in some eyes,
forced acceptance of cynicism.
Once when the local cynic was cool,
we all laughed, rolled our eyes and went on
about how clever,
how outstanding their insight,
how entertaining …
Yet waking up this morning,
the news left my eyes pouring.