I'm sorry. I'm so incredibly sorry that I'm at a loss for words. I do know this. Bodies come and go. Physical living heart beats come and go. Voices and hands to type come and go. The beauty of life is that the soul transcends the physical. Bodies are vehicles for the soul. Sometimes people lose their driving license. Maybe that just means they need to carpool. Love is proven true when you feel the burn of its absence. Please remember that just because there is no voice to hear, or body to hold, or ears to listen; does not mean a person has left. Souls are silent, but they will not leave those who love them.

racism
like the
head of Medusa
full of evil and
poisonous snakes
a venomous bite
to the soul
captures
the spirit
the more
that it takes
racism
makes
the heart
turn cold
towards humanity embrace

Their thoughts are filled with religion,
conscience drifting in nothingness
hearts hollow
and souls devoted to existenceless.

Oh!
I pray, yes I pray
For acceptance
For the offer of friendship
From thee my lessors
For as the dust color rubs from
The wings of moths
Thus my brilliance must rub onto
Thee, though, I, oh!
But
If thee choose not to give
Friendship to I
Then in the depths of mediocrity
Thee must lie
Oh
Oh
Oh
Who but I can rejoice at
Birds in herds and fish in flocks
Rejoice at my offer of friendship
So that thee also can kneel in worship
Before my throne
Rejoice, yeah rejoice in my being
I the lord and master of art