I used to believe
America was big
enough
to equip
neighbors
of diverging dreams
the balanced freedoms
to design their own destinies
I used to believe
America was kind
enough
to support
folks
of foreign features
the warmest refuge
to enhance our own environments
I used to believe
America was deep
enough
to scrutinize
theories
from assorted angles
with rational reflection
to fashion our own fate
I used to believe
in America
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Our pasts aren’t perfectLanguages evolveScience identifies patternsLeading to conclusionsNumbers comminglingCan lead toInfinite possibilitiesOpinions aren’t factsNor are they all Equally validBias can stunt growthEquity is notSocialism nor communismWe can’t learnIf we won’t listenClosed mindsDon’t have enoughRoom to grow Write a List, Start a Habit List poems are one of the easiest ways to start writing. They…
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I serve my dish, deboned, sliced, soaked in blends of citrusy sours and bitter herbs.
Cherish the days spent together In no time young souls will grow old Cold nights cloaked in foggy weather Spark mem’ries of days gilded gold Earth turns night to day back to night New days might be our only chance To celebrate our common light Before slipping from our final glance Yes, cherish our days spent together ‘fore fading the daylight so…
Gray gloommeets mid-winter mourn:these deaddark daysdemandlight-cresting waves,flickering within lit heart,reflecting dawnas she breaksearth’s choking gloom.Breath and blood thawcold’s icy doom. On Finding the Right Words When I work on a poem with this kind of weight, it feels like I am chiseling stone instead of molding clay. Believe me, I am much more comfortable molding…