Post date: Jan 16, 2017 4:18:27 AM
When I woke up this morningI decided,
instead of black—I ‘d see color.
Woke up this morning
instead of white—I’d see rainbows.
Wake up this morning
you would rather look like love.
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filled with rage
We cannot say.
It’s just regurgitation—
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?