Observation point

Allow me to echo prose
from my
observation point,
while serving
a life sentence on Earth,
converting the ugly
into prose,
versus letting it
extinguish my humanity.

Learning to… “Be quiet”
in the gardens of Tomfoolery.

One day you’ll see your strength.

I distill words from
the ether
to honor
my people
I give them wreaths
while they
are here
to remind them
of their power
so they won’t glower
in the myth
that they have
no wherewithal
to get up.

Those auras
that I see
on people,
beckoning me
to lean in…
feigning ignorance
as racism thrives
in simple minds,
a feature of its design
that I exploit,
as I am adroit
at survival
in climates of intolerance.

A reading of said piece amid the ambient noise while wandering the 🌎.

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