A Space To Grow

I see how the majority lives. Kids dying in the streets, devastation runs amok, earth’s temperatures off-key, disaster abounds, the homeless discarded, the invisible caged, wailing migrants. I don’t want to be part of the blind percent. I’m awake with a heavy heart. Maybe I should take a happy pill, or drink the cool aid and blur the ugly vision. I will not. I refuse to sugar coat the words

On Bended Knee

You don’t have to like my politics or my opinions Even my race, gender, social status, mental health That’s fine by me All I ask is that if my views on the world, my liberal “everyone should be treated equal” views Leave your stomach sour, pause before you judge me My artistic ideals might be so very different from yours Could you try to stay open minded, not bitter or