June 11, 2020


I'm no good with anger.

I rage, to be sure.

But I look away.


To have always done so.

Now I'm forced to glare.

To rage against the machine. 

To stare at its hypocrisy 

And my complacency,

To know even this rage, 

Is kept safely within,

As the people scream past my window.

But I see you.

You beautiful faces,

A shimmering sea of unique,

Raging for the light,

Giving all of us hope,

That if we stare it down,

No more looking away,

And see what must be done,

Finally do that hard work,

Topple the systems and symbols,

That fuel this hate,

Then rage too shall pass.

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