Alien

But not race

Alien:
Foreign
Different
Unusual
Strange
Out of place,
But not race
Or ethnicity–

This place
My home
Now unknown
Hatred sowed
Divided
Despair
Unfair
Unrecognizable:
Alien–

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Migrants in a makeshift encampment outside a Border Patrol station in McAllen, Tex., in May.

– Written for FBCWoo Poetry Group Prompt 3: List Poem. Write a poem that takes the form of a list. Photo from Loren Elliott/Reuters featured in the New York Times article, Squalid Conditions at Border Detention Centers, Government Report Finds.

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Speak Your Mind

“Mind your head,” they said, “or you may end up dead,” they said.

Cheerfully, I acknowledge the caution sign as it was just as they had said.

Funny, I still don’t mind my head; I say what I think instead and carry on my way without an ounce of dread.

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– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 230. Photo prompt by
K. Mitch Hodge
. WC 67.

Privileged to Have Known You

I weep for you –
A long lost friend,
Like a faded memory,
Of when we would play pretend –

A familiar street
Where I used to roam,
When my youth shielded me from your bitter truth
And the street lights led me home –

But with time my eyes were opened
And you did not look the same –
An empty ache still plagues me,
Something I cannot quite name –

It makes me weep –
The past that I was privileged to know,
An illusion that did not see the pain,
Just shades of perception, my ego –

Oh, America of my childhood, you shifty fellow,
You shady lady; I see you now in the shadows
Mocking me for my naiveté — and awareness —
Promising that I shall know no repose.

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– USA Abstract by AK Rockefeller .

Still Small Voice

A murmur from the crowd —
Raging awful sound

Cold and bold, growing louder
Stoked by fear uncontrolled —

Shouts of doubters who were sold
False narratives
Foretold —
Impending doom

Imperative truth among raucous
A still small voice still speaking veracity
To those who will listen

– Written for dVerse Quadrille #85, prompt was “voice.” WC 44.