Let Us Not Forget

The horror we are in today…is not new! Minorities on all levels have to pay particular attention when going outside. We have to beware of all that surrounds us. For indeed, all that surrounds us…can kill us!

Gays, African Americans, Jews, Muslims, etc: remain vigilant!

Still yet, America…this is not the first ‘turning point’ in hatred…that we have seen!

https://apnews.com/7d0949974b1648a2bb592cab1f85aa16

Some extremism experts believe that may not be an accident. They say historical data suggests a link between heated rhetoric from top political leaders and ensuing reports of hate crimes, only adding to the fears of those who could be targeted.

“We can’t say that Trump is at fault because these mass killings have existed for a long time,” said Carlos Tarin, a Mexican immigrant who has lived in El Paso for three decades, but the recent rancor over immigration “has woken up that feeling that had been sleeping.”

Ivory is the Coast

How is to be different…more than just an accolade?

A prototype to the wants in needs of those willing to place us on bended knee.

Who, black, female, yellow, brown or in differential love….

Who among us fall for the cross on the wall…

all awaiting the perfect sign…on the perfect stall.

Alabaster is the night that shines on Iron clad…ivory coasts.

The look of the lookers seeking some sight all from beaches that offer wings with no kite.

Transgender

Transgender –

Poem by Valsa George

Applied rouge on the cheeks
Tied a glittering necklace round the neck
Putting heavy makeup,
Over the stubble on her shaven chin,
She looked into the mirror

Through its cracks, saw a million bits of her/him
Those images sneering at each other
She felt trapped in a wrong body,
With its contours n’ longings mismatched

“Where do I belong”?
“Where do I fit”?

These questions plague her incessant
A rough stone with sharp edges
Too hard to be chipped down
Cast aside by the mason
That can never go into the making of a Cathedral

She walks around in haze
Life seems a twisted maze
Each time she tries to claw her way
She sees only walls that hems her in
Before her, lingers the stygian mist
Phantoms of darkness surround her

The winds of change swiftly blow
Seasons come and go

But she is tied down in her chains
An anomaly of creation
A curse and a taboo
Swallowing stigma and abuse
Each day waking up with a start
Knowing that she is neither a woman nor a man
But a non binary… an accursed TRANSGENDER
Inviting snide looks
And sniggers from onlookers

People call her a eunuch
One divided between the selves
A hapless denizen of an inhospitable world
Disowned even by parents

Though flawed and far from perfect
She is human, one of a kind
And needs to be seen through the eyes of God!

Head Full of Doubt

There is a darkness upon me that is flooded in light.  In the fine print they tell me what is wrong and what is right.

And, it comes in black.

And, it comes in white.

And…I am frightened by those who do not see it.

When nothing is owed or deserved or expected.  And, you’re life does not change by that man who is elected.  If you’re loved by someone, you are never rejected.  Decide what to be and go be it!

There was a dream…and, one day I could see it.  Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it.  And there was a kid with a head full of doubt.  So  I will scream til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out.

There is a darkness upon me that is flooded in light.  In the fine print they tell me what is wrong.  And what is right.

There is a darkness upon me that is flooded in light.  And, I am frightened by those who do not see it!

Avett Brothers

 

 

 

 

Letter to Lady J

My dear old friend, it’s you we need.
There’s blood in the gutters, and fear in the street.
How long can we fight for a change that never comes?

In some ways it’s the same, but tonight the crowd they came.
Fists in the air, candles and vigils, cracked dreams held together with curses and wishes.

But how long’s it been since you been outside?
How long’s it been since you open your eyes?
Cuz I’ve been to the line, and it’s all right there.
And, I cannot wait to get on from here.

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Involuntary tears and the tears we felt.
Does it always have to get worse before it gets better?

Virgil Caine where are you now?
Did they bury the hate when they buried the south?
You got to tell the spirits mystics of tomorrow.

But how long’s it been since you been outside?
How long’s it been since you open your eyes?
Cuz I’ve been to the line, and it’s all right there
And, I cannot wait to get on from here.

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