Thread by @circuitangel

So I'm back! America.
I'm back, my sweet love,

From that tortured existence I'd been dreaming of
Were it only a dream! ... And not par for the lot
For the millions of dreamers still fielding that plot,

So perhaps I'm a fool, and just living in hope
That these words that spill forth from my wrists might help cope

With the suff'ring I see of my everyday kin --
The elastic endurance of painted-on grins
Onto painted-on faces to cover the lies
That the one you think loves you condones as disguise,

But this mindless assemblage of words still in rhyme
Let it never distract from the finite of time
On this earth, on this land where we've moments, not years
but to bury the corpses of ghosts of our tears,

And I know we've had troubles, I know you may doubt
My desire to kowtow to whims 'less to tout
All the futures I've seized on, with allies and those
Who you'd hoped would stay neutral and need not oppose,

But there's no neutral ground in equality's charge,
And the absence of sound funds the presence of marginal
Justice. Unjust. Be they black, be they white,
Be they all all among us to carry the fight.

Thus to free you of guilt for your forgeries saved
In the land of the free, and the home of the slave.

#vote
shari bryant
06.28.15