Peace Circle, D.C. – Grief with her covered face on the shoulder of History

Verse 11: Love is the initial barrier to evil. We love before we move to punish. What has just happened asks as much for patient and careful understanding as it does for Lincoln’s words – These expressions, differing in form, are identical in object and effect – the supplanting the principles of free government, and

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We Are a Diaspora of Ourselves

Written on July 4, 2019 We are a diaspora of ourselves,America. Dreams drowning, in stagnation.Trust bursting in thin air, by the dawn’s early light.Aspirations gallantly waving, in shock. We are the unmindful, to our creed:To hold these truths self-evident.Red-white-and-blue flares everywhere.While rainbows somewhere coexist. We are the immigrants of our time.We are the immigrants along

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Late Love Child

Softly she counted me.I was the least of her worryAnd the height of her joy. Her unexpected one.Her quiet one.Her stolen one.Her simple one. I was the one whose eyesMeant the meaning of nut brown and purityAnd never cried.I was the one whose lipsTouched her breastsWith tender essence of peace.I was the one whose hairHeld

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