Inconversant (a poem)
standing amidst traffic,
cars on each side,
the wind spins me around.
standing amidst traffic,
cars on each side,
the wind spins me around.
Constantly,
you made me question myself.
Relentlessly,
you told me I was not enough.
The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.
Our final home,
more than a house on a street.
It was the place we could be
you and me, together, forever.
Prevailing winds wrapped the flag
tightly around its pole.
All that could be discerned
were the stripes…
everything is here
for but a moment
like a whisper
half-spoken
nearly existing
vanishing
in the soft light
of a new day
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)
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