Monthly Poetry Challenge - June

no more burying souls down
not my story to speak

nor my words to tell
wreaths of hand cast gold
set onto the injustices and wrongs,

let them walk the streets so

we may note, let them float

to vantage points and blind

all who see, so we may see
and we may change
to become and evolve
into a vivid species.

I think one of our soul purposes is to be better, to grow.  It's easy to wish a smooth sailing life when that genie grants you the three magical wishes but that would be unfulfilling.  I'm trying to stay open to other perspectives.  I admit I find it easy to get wrapped up in my own.  I need to learn more compassion.  I need to not forget all the inequalities, of the world, the other narratives, and educate myself more.  I need to learn more about black lives.