Once, the skin of all was black
Now, for so many, it has faded
as has their humanity
Crystal clear tears of the still, human
flow in rivers on
the streets of “freedom”
while their blood spills
red, then dries to black
But the flesh of the fake
contemptible, vile
is pale and bloodless
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Colors lying all across the ground
yellow, orange, red, and brown
but I thought only of red
seeing this, after the trees had shed
because it’s the only human one
flowing through us until we’re done
It’s not what shows up on our skin
unless another, unkindly, breaks in
tearing us apart; instead of twirling
together, dancing and swirling
like the sweet, falling leaves
on the morning’s autumn breeze
First of winter, yesterday
but summer still hung on by its skin
we soaked it in with sun’s drenching rays
not knowing when bitter cold, might begin to seep in
Then, we may turn varying degrees of blue
as days can’t hold on to their light
and autumn leaves drop off to become fewer than few
aware that winter’s wind comes with such a nasty bite
You say “she’s tough”, as though
not wearing a certain kind of skin
means you are somehow damaged
But someone, has to feel everything for the ones who don’t
These are the ones with the strongest shoulders
who always carry the heaviest things
and there is absolutely no shame
in displaying a big, tender heart
And then, the rains came
to wash the disappointment
from the soles of our feet
Thus, we chose to dance
’til our skin was soft once more
The rain dance took days
while the sky fell to the ground
After, we walked forward
feeling solid earth again
I’m waiting for you
beneath the tree, in a chair
change everything if you dare
colors; the feel of the air
Oh, a leaf fell in my hair
Hurry back to me
spread your breeze across my skin
rustle trees and then
teach the leaves to dance again
I’ve missed you so, my dear friend
Heartspell 