An Illusion

Come yonderTo the land of opportunitiesWhere the brave, free, strongDwell.Come yonder, to the land of the westWhere modern, progressive, democratic thoughtPersists.  Come hither and experience the hierarchy ofRace and class and sex. Some are born lucky,They are the kingsWho reap rewardsFrom the pawns’Labor of early dawns.  The place where the dirt-poorCan rise to the top?Or the…

Face

A secret is sometimes a prima-donna.  It revels in its understated performance: it doesn’t find power in volume. Rather, it finds its power in the silence.  ex.) In middle school, where you would lean into your friend’s ear and tell them who you had a crush on with a quietness that was almost sacred. It…