Envision— a word packed full of hope And purpose. A race. An attesting to The profound moments that start with a Smile— while getting to know you through Other school-related means, meaning How we know one another before is history The door for mystery stands with thick Hinges on these broken lands Pain cries out and tension is thick in Cities, where bricks are used to School the Black, Brown and White bodies. Intentions may be good — wasn’t Meant to hurt nobody! Sharpened pencils are the least of these Kids’ worries when guns are packed With lead. Full of pride, you started with A crown — a frown I could not make Growing up in the capital of your state Of mind. The crown fell some years ago, Disappointed to see the fractures of Race, could create an earthquake. Make no mistake from the city in which We are born from— Built from Native Americans These hills which Runners take breaks Someone else was supposed to clean you up! Make you a dreamland for all who came Instead of creating fear Where people have nothing to be but nice. No one knows how to just be; restless bodies Create an enemy of trust Come, Lord Jesus! This is my war cry Taking that with my passions Lust for change is tame There is hope in the reframing and a Friendship gained.
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…is a blogger, mother of one (and one on the way!), and teacher. She is currently a stay-at-home mom, who is passionate about poetry, education, and creating a home that welcomes people.