Category: Poetry
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In thinking of me; in thinking of the kids.
Right now I’m connected to books.I’m connected to writing.I’m connected to people to food to music to rest. Why are we asking our children, some of the most vulnerable people on the planet, to be connected to anything else? We can only ask of them what we are willing to do ourselves.May we grant them…
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If You Must
Update: June 11, 2020I came across this poem the other day and forgot I wrote it. Immediately it struck me the wrong way. Mostly due to seeing the word “slave” through a new lens. Over these past few weeks I’ve had the opportunity to listen and learn from anti-bias/anti-racist educators and something I see time…
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This is a safe space.
Blank as IntendedIn this space, you can beAnything you wish to see.You are safe-come as much as you need.You are safe-stray as you please. This space is yours,alone if you’d like.This space is yours,to lay all night.
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Rise, fall
We love to rise. We hate to fall. Yet, in order to breathe, In order to live, We need both.
