words to heal a broken world
Truth tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars. Gwendylon Brooks Prophets’ words seep from split lips, scroll single file to form concentric circles between shoulder blades, targets upon their own backs. Truth spewers and sooth sayers, indignant, uncouth to the …
Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light.
-Albus Dumbledore
Today, the sun grows
indistinguishable behind
its lunar nemesis.
The line blurs
between daylight morality
and the hatred that people
used to keep hidden until night.
Malevolent ones
abandon their hoods,
don plain faces with
pride for all the world
to see.
Do not look directly into
their path, lest you lose
your gift of sight.
Trust that the sun will
reemerge on the other
side.
If I were a mythical creature, I would be a thestral. Empathy embodied Visible by way of vulnerability Present in pain. Unseen by those who have no need. Help the grieving to trust and fly. Photo credit: Donald Ogg
He said, it’s not worth your time to make that from scratch. My whisk flutters on. White florets burgeon Atop thriving basil leaves. Mind and prune with haste. When kneading bread dough, Be sure to punch it a bit, Good old fashion fun. Potatoes and …
A stinking swamp
burned up,
ploughed out,
put on display.
Flames gave way
to Burnham’s
right-angled
concrete streets.
Mangled skeletons
found in the bowels
of a castle,
masked by
white marble.
The garble
of its politicians
deemed this city
windy.
And while White
folks appropriated lindy
in jazz halls and speakeasies,
Black folks brought gritty
guitar riffs and janked out,
jukin’ hips to back room blues.
The city used
eight-lane highways
sprawled in diagonal rays
to separate and segregate
white from black,
rich from poor.
Symmetry interrupted.
A long line of mayors corrupted
and then disrupted by
the sharp, quick wit
of CPS youth,
truth whipping fromtheir tongues.
This city
undeniably and reliably
second to none.
And yet,
when violence sells,
media quells
stories of liberation
from a generation
whose voices are
louder than a bomb.
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