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Wake up

posted Jan 15, 2017, 8:18 PM by Colleen Getty
When I woke up this morning

I decided,

instead of black—I ‘d see color.

Woke up this morning 

and decided,

instead of white—I’d see rainbows.


Wake up this morning

and decide,

you would rather look like love.

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We squander

and complain,

filled with rage

and disdain.


For what?

At whom?

We cannot say.

It’s just regurgitation—

under guise

of “one nation.”

A fold of sheep in wolves' clothing—

each a hollow, shaking shell. 

Can’t we see that we’re all human

with our human stories to tell?


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