soul power
let us break bread and
drink
wine together
breaking hate for whatever
reason
we saw justified
wine as blood
to know that blood is poured
and
has been poured
and except
by the one must be
bled no
longer for the rest
to say today
and
how
shall we rejoin
(or if
rejoin)
tomorrow
if
we could
remember on our
knees
in faith
to the one
and then in service
also
to each other
then
that we study war no more
but
let peace prevail and
a feast
by love
by love
tempered by wisdom as
mercy tempers
justice
unafraid
overcome
if afraid
still overcome
c l couch
for Juneteenth
photo by Ian Kiragu on Unsplash
The Ashburn Old School “on the edge”
of Washington, D.C., Vandalized Last
Night
Might I apologize for an entire color?
I can’t—I didn’t make it, nor do I feel
intense affiliation. But whites (I figure
whites) have defaced an old school on
the cusp of finished restoration. An
old school that had been inhabited by
black students and, I guess, an all-black
staff. The problem in apologizing for
criminals is that I don’t know them. I
don’t know that kind of ugliness in hate.
I don’t get the relish manifest through
stupid, destructive action. I am sorry
though in a general, human way. I
apologize for all of us who are blind
when we can only see one color. I can
praise and thank you who are of color,
as all are, and who make strides by reaching
in and lifting up learning and the story,
however dismal certain chapters must
become. Learning is triumphant and,
we know, shall overcome.
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