In the month that becomes with a celebration of our dead,
what else ends besides the saving of the daylight?
One year in. Where are you in the 11th hour? And whom?
Stop making sense, and do it here. The Stay Project. threepoets2017@gmail.com
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not your doormat
you can know
a person without
knowing them
people always reveal
who they are
in the heartbeat of your troubles
some leave you high and dry
taking all you have to give
without apology or thanks
i always fall for their vulnerability
think them human before they
prove themselves to be monsters
i guess i had to transform into
a creature who had both flowers and thorns
before some realized my kindness
was no weakness,
and i do not apologize for it;
i am a warrior of love and light
not the mat left beside the door to be
walked all over or carry all your mud and dirt
absorbing it all without complaint.
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fighting for things
as the seasons change
so must i
couldn't remain the girl
who was silent as a prayer
had to make my voice heard
because i haven't been able to sleep
very well since this election
even in my sleep i knew something was off
woke to find a nightmare had come true
i still don't know how it happened,
but i am no longer scared;
will fight for myself and others whose rights
are in question and threatened
because we have a right to exist and we will persist
no one deserves to die or be judged
because of their gender, sexuality, ability or disability,
religion, race, or any other excuse
they can come up with
to hate someone;
it makes me ill how some people don't seem to realize
we're regressing not making progress
fighting for things we ought not have to fight for anymore.
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1 - IC
2 - linda m. crate
3 - linda m. crate
