I was changed.
Altered by your words.
Forever deformed...
Never to be recognized.
No longer me.
But scraps of what I used to be.
Your words were knives.
And they slit me.
Ripped me.
Don't you see;
the effect of the words you speak?
Now, may I please
R.I.P.

Can you see beyond
What you believe is a sea
Though in reality
Is a tiny trickle
Expanded only
In the minds
Of those who were fooled

Cross that tiny gap
Break the barriers
Of the past
And find the truth
Of our human connection

We are not a small
Band of ****** brothers
Or a class of kin
Classified by our borders
And the color of our skin

We are a collective
Cut from the same cloth
Of history
The same chain
Of DNA

We are human
To be loved and accepted
Not feared or rejected

We are children
Living within
The limited life span

We are not one clan
Against a million
But one tribe
That counts seven billion
plus

It's cold in here.
Where I sit.
Waiting for the doctor;
To tell us you made it.
We all talk about you.
About how you lived.
A life of yelling and drunkenness.
A life of regrets.
They say your kidneys are failing  
That you're not doing well.
But we try to stay positive
For, even after everything, we still want you to live.
I'm your granddaughter.
And here I regret,
That I didn't try harder
to talk to you about Christ.
Now I sit waiting.
In this freezing cold room.
Hoping you don't go
So I don't have to feel like I left you
On this road of destruction that you paved all on your own.