Why should I be ashamed? I see you standing over there The wind whips through your hair Acting like you just don’t care But baby I’ve been there And swallowed a truth you just can’t bear. And it ain’t even fair The way they treat us all alike Like we all just black or white …
A letter to our world
Dear humanity, show our bleeding hearts mercy. There is madness, there is sadness, sometimes demonic, worse than fate — There is laughter, a little honesty, though sometimes far too late. I can’t say I’ve been there, to the depths of your despair, though I can say I’ve lived it in another hellish affair. Life is …
Is this really you?
A poem of self-reflection I didn’t make time for me, And I wasn’t really me. The wheels were stopped – My sanity dropped – And I just could not be free. There is a weighted guilt Around my heart I’ve built, Convincing me to stay – Though I want to run away – My vision, …
A Love Letter to Learning
Dear … Seventh-floor-library hideaways on a Saturday morning; Endless hours of Internet scrolling and clicking; Books on Italian phrases and Jane Goodall and ancient Hawaiian traditions; Tiresome lectures and late-night study sessions on the Cuban Missile Crisis. Thank you. Thank you for the last 14 years of loving to learn, and learning to love. https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1440/1*tjyQf9v5uAi_Eet-vt0UGw.jpeg Thank …
