To Be Equal .. To Be Free

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Sitting in the big comfy chair, wondering, watching, wondering..

Glazed eyes tired from the days.

In a haze, a fog if you will.

He sits anxiously, nervously trying to be still.

His heart runs faster than his lips trying to find the words, trying to process the neighbor in his place… yelling demands with a barrel in his face.

Ice cream now melted on the floor after his neighbors burst through his door.

I feel like life didn’t acknowledge the future.. I guess Heaven needed him just a little sooner.

If all lives matter then that means my life equals up… the same as yours.

He’s gone to soon but already there’s an appeal for a short stint behind bars.

If all lives matter ..don’t treat a life lost like spilled milk.

If all lives matter treat them all with dignity.

My family is fighting and that’s something that they gotta see

Submitted: September 10, 2020

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Amen, young lady, Amen...

Thu, September 10th, 2020 7:30am


Thank you

Thu, October 8th, 2020 3:00pm

Criss Sole

All lives certainly matter, great message.
I loved the line, "His heart runs faster than his lips..."
Beautifully written.

Thu, October 8th, 2020 4:15pm


Hi Criss. Yes all lives matter BUT the world doesn't always make that evident ... which is why there is a need to say that Black lives matter too .. because Black lives don't get treated equal in a lot of cases

and Thank you so very much !!

Thu, October 8th, 2020 2:59pm

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