Community (Brent P. Bourque-Loreauville, LA)

When the darkness comes to light
Creatures of gossip take flight
In a community so small
Some decide to share it all

Between the sheets 
Then in the streets
Respect is expensive 
Yet words come Cheap
With knives flying and backs turned
I think I feel my ears start to burn

Once a whisper becomes a roar
I’ll start heading towards the door
With the chatter that goes on 
Hatred is spawned

This rainbow we paint is not black and white
but made of many colors that burn bright 

Elders fought a war
they have brought us far
Many battles won
This war is not done

We fight for equality
But what we need is humility

The ability to take the blows that are given and show that we are not afraid
to fight for what is right in our world and show unity on all fronts

For when we deceive and chastise each other
We show that we are exactly what they think we are

Playing to the stereo types 
We should be trying to take flight

To soar above 
And go with love

Take up your swords of whit 
your shields of humor 
And lets no longer fight each other

Snide comments ignored 
And turned into compliments
Given with caution that it doesn’t become a double edge sword

Sharp tongues silenced
Replaced with sweet songs

And chants of praise to move us along

In my lifetime I hope to see 
our community of peace and equality

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