Day 1855, no segregation?
Daily picture, Poetryracism
Day 1623, falling down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Our color stuck out
and they hung us for that
~
that scar extends
till our time
around our necks
~
till we all
imagine the pull
and the pain
of a broken
Day 1539, flower.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sun is there
and I normally flower
dancing on the grass
with the wind
besides the streets
~
but the streets
are toxic
my address is torn
I am afraid
that I
will not sow
this year
Day 1537, white chalk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The outline of a flower
drawn on the black street
~
the color that once attracted
has drifted away
the empty shell
will soon
be discarded
~
and the white chalk
that marked
is put away
as to have
in this all
no blame
Day 1536, hard white rocks.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In-between
the hard white rocks
a sun barely reaches
the fertile soil
~
but only the shimmering
of the shadows down there
spur some on
to take over
and go towards
the hope
of some light
Day 1535, reach out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are millions
of us
waking up
to reach for the sun
~
who shines
to bring
all of the colours
from out of our shadows
Nochrisis 