Dispassion
I am coated in cynicism,
Its chalky glaze pasted with rough hands over my soft heart.
I see beauty, but it does not breathe inspiration into the blackened cave of my mind.
Autumn Falls
I find solace in the Gibbous Moon
That shines outside my window.
She gazes down upon me
And I think she feels some part of my truth.
Strangers in the Smoke
The city was up in smoke –
We screamed, we ran,
And then we were conquered –
Forced into hiding.
Moments Before
The Seattle I once knew is gone. It has been transformed into a tech-haven, a corporate castle. A breeze has blown through the construction-covered streets, wisping all the unwanteds away.
Radiant Pastels
Fall leaves burn brightly –
Radiant pastels
Scattered gently underfoot.
My Privilege
My white skin has historically made me “good,”
And yet the people of my color were the ones who held the whips,
The ones who beat black boys senseless
Just for trying to acquire the human right to freedom.