Another… (an anaphoric poem)
Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.
Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.
If we use immoral means to achieve peace,
will we ever truly have it?
We are still unable to protect ourselves
and our trans siblings from the destructive power of propaganda, bigotry, hatred, and violence that are still part
of daily life for marginalized communities around the world.
Diversity is not only what makes the universe beautiful,
it is what makes it thrive.
(300 words)
Being “woke” means remaining alert to racial prejudice and discrimination and being willing to stand up against oppression and seek justice and reconciliation.
(306 words)
The silence is over.
The time has now come,
where no longer fearful,
our voices ring clear.
There is no part of me that belongs to another.
I choose to share at my own discretion.
© 2009-2026 E.L. Redwine