Divided by color?
One forest dissected by all that is man-made.
What other distortions shall come our way?
Never raised in black or white.
With gay or straight.
A city of privilege.
Lay at my heathen’s feet.
Lennon on vinyl.
torn and worn.
like a Bell Jar.
In the back pocket of my tough-skins.
Images of jesus,
four point restrained…ghastly, lastly,
One could tell,
I didn’t know better.
Know better to hate.
Never a care given…
to who had been on the other side of a handshake.
With years of me…in my wake.
When a stranger’s hand has reached out for help…
it still remains a hand that I should take.