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Talking Back Nov 2018
Sometimes I wonder
Just what is the point
Of cultivating a dead garden?
A dying friendship?

The flowers only wilt
The conversation scarce
No matter how much you check on them
Defend them from the elements
Encourage and will them to exist
There exist only the hard truth

You can only grow
What wishes to grow
Save
What wishes to be saved.
Talking Back Nov 2018
Oh the existential crisis when you realize
That freedom never existed
Not for him
Not for her
Not me.

Yet my mind wonders what this freedom would feel like
That never belonged
Not to him
Not to her
Never Me.
Talking Back Nov 2018
Honduras,
I stand with you
Even when my country covers her ears
I hear your cries

She remains complacent in her ways
Yet I shall help her recall
The Refugee Act of 1980

As you cross through frigid rivers
And walk through dense forest
With your families trailing behind you
Your hope blazes ahead of your journey
And I can see it,
The helping hand that we once swore to give

And as you continue your march to the border
While they rush to close your entry
I only wish that they could see it too.

— The End —