The Separated Know

The view from out of place.

It’s part of what the separated know:
The outside in, the view from out of place –
No matter who you are, or where you go,
The rules will change depending on your face,
Your height, your weight, your gender or your race,
As those who would discard you make their way
And paint with ugly rust our real today

Shades of Heart

We spoke, right after you had been

Assailed by hateful bigotry,

And though you had much good to tell,

The other part still stayed with me

 

So color: when we all are small

We learn them, pick our favorite ones –

It’s everywhere, in this, the same

Among our daughters and our sons

 

But what is it makes people fade,

And play the haters baneful part?

Why does skin color matter more

Than all the shades

Of heart?

new neighbor

there are no guarantees…

my new neighbor’s a doctor
now in practice on his own
his wife’s a doctor too
but still an intern

they both work insane hours
it must be a hectic life
it’s strange to think
they’re objects of some envy

their lives: imperfect, messy
but because of where they are
it’s somehow thought that they
live lives of ease

but there’s no guarantee
that either one will be successful
they both work hard
that’s all that i can see

but characterization
boxes other people in
to wherever our prejudice
might think

but this is not reality
and never has it been
my neighbors have big dreams
that’s all i see

Neighbor Couple