Trust (Page 6)

A wide path, strewn with fallen autumn leaves, divides into two paths that diverge in different directions. Autumn landscape.

The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)

The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.

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Paper cut-outs of people's heads and the Earth. Each of the items is wrinkled and overlaps those to the right of it. Each of the faces is cut from paper, which is reflective of the diverse skin colors of the human race. The Earth is cut from blue and green papers. All of the faces are pointed to the right, showing the concept of working together for progress.

This world is diverse for a reason (article)

Diversity is not only what makes the universe beautiful,
it is what makes it thrive.

(300 words)

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Worn wooden pews and colorful windows line the center aisle of a little old church. Taken at First Methodist Church of Jermyn. NOTE: this church was built in 1910. In 1968, it was designated as a Texas Historic Landmark.

Kickin’ Stones (lyrics)

Do you think it’s really so simple,
that everything is just black or white?
Pitting your morals against us,
it’s not a question of who’s wrong or right.

You cast judgment without understanding,
while your foundation is crumbling away.
Believing you’re walking above us,
when your morals are deep in decay.

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A close-up, low-angle photograph of a barefoot woman, in a white lace dress, walking away.

I find it funny (a poem)

I find it funny,
not in a humorous way,
that I have hope.
That I can still have hope.

…I just keep holding on.

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A woman with black hair stands, eyes closed, with a large piece of black tape over her mouth. In the blurred background, protestors holding signs can be seen.

Silent No More. (an anaphoric poem)

The silence is over.
The time has now come,
where no longer fearful,
our voices ring clear.

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A monochrome image of two Icelandic sheep standing face to face, one is black and the other white. The only color in the image is in the sheep's eyes—the black sheep's eyes are brown and the white sheep's are gold and green.

Those with whom we surround ourselves
tend to define our worth.
Sometimes it is through their words,
and other times by our own comparisons.
Each time we share a bit of ourselves
we give them more power,
for that is what trust is, power.
The power to lift up.
The power to crush.

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