If you're here to break my heart
don't stay
If you're here to cause me pain
walk away
If you're here to end things
I know it's too late

It doesn't matter if you love me
It doesn't matter if you leave
I'll love you anyway
That's the way it's got to be

You don't have to be beside me
You don't have to hold my hand
You can go and live your life
It's okay, I understand

But my heart is stubborn
No matter what I say
No matter what I do
It will love you any way

So if your here to break my heart
Instead just walk away
Don't say you don't love me
Please....save me the pain

Because after all of it....
I'll love you anyway💖

We met by chance
We parted by choice

We loved completely
We still let it end

We lived with regret
We tried to reconnect

We failed

The time is here
Time for change
We need...
No...demand
for things to change.

but.....if you are out there
Stealing....burning....destroying
Then you are part of the problem.

That's what "they" want us to do.
They'll focus on the chaos
Distract with the anger
  
Then.....they bury it and move on
Nothing changes, suffering continues
The rich stay rich, poor stay poor
Black stays last.

Is that what we want to leave our children?
The same thing we had?
Or do we want to make it better?

Rosa Parks was a regular person
Living her life....
Then she decided, "No more"

We need to be like those before us
We need leaders to lead like they did
Those that made a difference!

Who will be part of the solution?
We need to stand united
We must decide what side of history
will we be on.
Can the great among us please stand up!
because....

The time is here
Time for change.

Once upon a time
A young girl was broken
She went on with her life
The horrors left unspoken

As she grew into a woman
Something wasn't right
She lacked sweet disposition
Always ready to fight

No one knew of her sorrows
No one knew of her lies
No one made it all better
They ignored all her cries

So she was made into a monster
And she found her prey
Now she was predator
Now she dealt the pain

No heroes are fighting
For our Princess
Instead the cycle repeats
And that's how the sad story ends.

You are beautiful
Like the spring time
Your scent a floral breeze

In anger like the summer
Your hurtful words blazing
Burn the heart of me

At times you are autumn
Your eyes reflecting calmness
Full of wisdom and peace

But mostly you are winter
Quiet, cold, and distant
A frozen land, that's lost to me

A poem by my niece Layla.  She's 10 now and this was a school assignment.  Her topic was Hot air balloon.

                             Look down
                       From way up high
                 The atmosphere crumbles
              Like picnic baskets in the sky
                               Floating