On Ferguson

Still 100 words today, but something different. A poem inspired by Ferguson, MO…

I took a moment
while I was meditating
to connect in
to the pain and suffering
that has been

If you are black
you know of what I speak

I connected in
and my eyes welled up
my breath became estranged
from my body
quick and intense
as though I’d never breathe right again

It hit me like a flash
with a profound knowing
no question in my heart
if I were to cry out
for a thousand years
I still wouldn’t cry the pain dry

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