Wake up

When I woke up this morningI 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?