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A White Man’s Struggle
I spoke of this in my classroom today, it didn’t make sense, I still haven’t figured out a way, to not seem utterly dense. I’m a White man trying to be understanding, yet every time I try I end up again, landing square upon my own ignorance and cry. I’m a White man rocked with…
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A Little Billie Holiday for Him
I thought I might listen to a little Billie tonight, his memory is fresh in my mind. I ‘d like to think he did a little swing in time, her words, her melody, a smile. This is a good man we honor today in dreams a mover with a heart of humble pie. if Billy…
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Her Eyes
She sits with cold reasoning trying to believe knowing everyone around her disagrees decides to illicit a remark cements her current posture. If I look across the room I can see she is different, her burqa wraps her fears inside eyes with tears imagine fear. Yet this is all we have, the only part of…
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My Muslim Friends
I’m crying tonight I don’t want to be a part of this the confusion is an ignorance I didn’t plan upon, I wish not to look in your eyes and feel your pain, I hope for love, that smile of beauty, the caress of humanity suggest we are a beautiful people together, not apart, not…
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My World A Ruthless Shame
I grew up with certain freedoms, Though I was never really told, I only understood a world of fiefdoms From books I read. I wasn’t bold. ~ My dreams were made with managed Challenge, the bounty being compassion Beyond a society of greed is the adage Spoke a loud in a personal fashion. ~ The…
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“The World is Watching”
Tradition suggests acknowledge ourselves In scheme, our spiritual karma wanes, Like to believe that humanity delves Where love in peace speaks hopeful gains. ~ Wild abandon ills principled decline In our children’s eyes we extinguish fire, That reckoning once spoke roses and whine Today, private anguish will less inspire. ~ Young minds of tomorrow whose direction…
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A Rising Fire
There’s a frightening reality exists around our lives we’d like to believe it isn’t the panic our mind derives. ~ Yet, how else can we explain the mounting tension, the averted eyes, the tarnished world we mention. ~ Would that it mattered our own lives hang in the balance that we imagine we might never…
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Death In the Family
We knew in his eyes a fear he wouldn’t ever reveal to anyone he smiled, we cried, we knew he would wander boiling pressure every glance seemed agenda, hadn’t quite known youth; a soccer field was his life then, but how quickly we move beyond who we are, where we belong. we knew, he would…