Sorry, Not Sorry
I’m sorry if my poems offend you.
I’m not sorry for sharing my thoughts.
I’m sorry that I’m not perfect.
Today, this is the best I’ve got.
I’m sorry for my ignorance.
I learn more every day.
And I’m sorry if you somehow think
you’re above the same.
Black Lives Matter.
Peaceful protests,
somber, mourning.
Raucous riots,
burning, growing.
How many headlines
must we see?
Innocent deaths,
desperate pleas,
rightful anger,
killers set free,
before we achieve
equality?
Humpty Dumpty for President
Extremist groups
on both sides.
Politics widening
the divide.
Everyone’s right.
We know nothing at all.
Our country teeters atop a wall.
This may be the season
that
we
fall.
A Remote Math Lesson
Pandemic Life = Headline Life
No Hope + Too Much Noise
Pandemic Life = Bubble Life
∞ Small Joys
Pandemic Life = Anxious Life
Hard 2 Catch Your Breath
Pandemic Life = Cautious Life
Virus > Illness > Death
Pandemic Life = Suspicious Life
Conspiracy Theories ÷
Pandemic Life = Protest Life
BLM ≠ All Lives
Pandemic Life = Virtual Life
School – Classroom – Peers
Pandemic Life = Temporary Life
Future / Fear
All Men…
Are created
by women.
So show
some damn
respect.
Think twice
before you cross us
or slide your hand
below our neck.
All men
are created
equal,
but we’re
ripe to take the lead.
Too stupid to believe it?
The world
f
a
l
l
s
for your conceit.
Selective
“You justify killing embryos.”
“You excuse those who cage kids.”
“We believe in the Father Almighty.”
“But you treat His earth like shit.”
“You’re socialists.”
“You’re fascists.”
“He’s senile.”
“Such an ass.”
Which one of us is without sin?
And which stone will you cast?
Social (Media) Circus
We’re blind to what we need to see.
Our ears have been made deaf.
Too damned self-righteous
to admit our problems, right and left.
We claim to be united,
yet we compartmentalize.
It’s easy to see what we want
when feeds dictate our lives.
We excuse our views,
watch our side’s news,
so we can sleep at night
We refuse to budge,
but when you’re judged
will you still think you’re right?
Everyone’s Afraid
Afraid of differences.
Afraid of pretending.
Afraid to listen.
Afraid of offending.
Afraid of dying.
Afraid to live their lives.
Afraid of independent thought.
Afraid of the mindless hive.
How can I so much as whisper
when I’m afraid of those who shout?
How can I spark lasting change
when I’m scared I’ll be shut out?
In a world where everyone’s afraid,
let’s come together,
let’s find small ways,
to show empathy,
to see different’s okay.
The root of our dreams,
at the end of the day,
life, liberty, happiness –
they’re all the same.
Let’s come together.
It’s the only way.
Let’s come together
and be
brave.
