What Grandma said

What Grandma said…
to me, that echoed
in my soul…
serving
to echo
like the ethereal
that allowed
my people agency
or buoyancy
in the seas
of vitriol
and hate…
be better than
the wicked
who shower the chosen
with dispersions
that don’t
attest to
girth of
their worth…
so I aspired
to get up.

In the land
of the wicked…
I was told
of a storm
that would come
and that a
story would have
to be told
about a love
that rumbled deep
down to the
DNA helix,
food for the soul
you gonna get
a tool to find
the others…
if you got
a story to tell…
you’d better
tell it,
as we only here
for a little bit.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes