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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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