Elsa’s Heart

The locks which free the doors do not unlock with ease here.

The harder you press,
the more force you hold
with the key;
the lock will not open.

Only with gentleness
will it turn to unlock.

Like Elsa.

So soft.
So tender.
So humble.

Every morning she rises like the sun.
She sings and prays and tends to the garden.

Like these locks,
she will you
break you open
with ease,
just like she
did my heart.

You will see the garden
that she proudly
waters everyday
bloom before your eyes.

You will see the
mustard yellow paint
on the
wall shine
a little brighter.

You will see the plants
in the corridor
swoosh up down
and all around.

You can see
the handmade
Mayan flower pots
being recreated
before your eyes.

And if you look through the archway
that leads past the kitchen
you will see her room.

She has no door.

She does not have a lock
to shut you out.

Pinned upon the ceiling
you can see
a curtain flowing
in the gentle breeze
as it enters through
the open roof
to our night sky.

Our America

Our America

Land of the
“we are not free”,
land of lies
and hypocrisy.

Social Injustice:

We fight for Equality,
but it is misleading.
As we see,
by climbing higher
and crushing humanity.

Two thousand twenty,
borders rise high.
various
shades of
Black.
and
White.
Pretending that
no one can see,
that there is no
such idea as free.

Our band-aid is
Democracy.
Equality.
FOR THE PEOPLE!
BY THE PEOPLE!

Well, as long
as the people….

are diplomatic,
homeostatic…

Their brains
aren’t too
systematic
or bureaucratic…

Oh! And,
NOT ACCEPTING
Erratic, charismatic views of
Equality.

The American Dream
Is a fallacy
in our mind,
as we are jumping
over the borders
and the hatred line.
Maybe someday
America will recognize
the beautiful
differences
of
Human
Kind.

Eyes are dead
to anyone suffering
or in pain.
Inferiority still remain.
As long as we continue to echo
the sounds of brown
we will still be
Separate and have no
Equality.

So, it is your job
and it is mine,
to stop talking
words of hate
and
we Must cross
these border
lines.

It begins with a peek
to the other side
maybe we can
even become
apart of
something different.

Something:

Uncomfortable

Something to move past
this judgment..

I write.

Hoping that
the power of our voices
will someday
change Minds and
change young
Lives.

Let’s become allies to
join this fight,
to help break down…
this wall of
still existing
verses Board and Brown.

Friends,
we must
open our eyes
to clearly see.
The soul must burn
in order to be set free.

If the heart doesn’t break,
the spirit
is dead.

The challenge is difficult.
Let’s take the dare
to be the antithesis that
You know America.

So,
This America,
Our America,
can be
an equitable land
Of healing
truth and honesty.

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