Tag Archives: prejudice

Life

Was life still life if people’s lives were bled away slowly, if what was stolen was legally taken in slow motion? How was life precious if only some lives were recognized, if only some who died were seen as ever … Continue reading

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Kindness Conditional

Wanting what they wanted, not who she was, whispering what they whispered between the lines. Seeing the outside, not the inside, making her pay was the cost to her soul for their kindness conditional. Experiencing loneliness and rejection, experiencing the … Continue reading

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Incantation Inquisition

Magisterial babble lingered in a void it couldn’t fill, horizontal candles turning to melt futility. Whispered conjuring, the tribunal’s forbidden feminine fearing what she could do with her own mind. Nevermore tragic hands, spread fate between splayed fingers, the course … Continue reading

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Identities

We’re undercover operatives in life’s hide and seek clinging to the truth of who we are, but fearing should we speak. Having to justify our existence should we stray from the line, fearful that what other operatives see is our … Continue reading

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In the Gray Dawn

Gray dawn learning, waiting in the morning after when words long ignored whisper hope and linger. Standing in a new age, beyond those who wouldn’t act, those serving injustice, who couldn’t grasp: equality is also something you do. ©August 2015, … Continue reading

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Death of the Collective Soul

A casket upon the ground. No one around to make a sound. An abandoned coffin on the hill. The hill is quiet, all is still. No lingering sobs or mournful cries No shouted protests where no one hides. The sun … Continue reading

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People Like Her

It was difficult to sort, to comprehend, people referring to “people like her,” telling her who she was. They deemed it their responsibility, filling-in blanks she didn’t know she had. It was difficult to be herself when she was “one … Continue reading

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