So many come out
some walking through doors
they may never have opened before
Hand in hand
Tears in tears
down the streets of America
But this is not a parade
this is a march
But this is not a handshake
this is a fist
raised to the sky
But this is not crying for joy
this is drops of anger
this is drops of pain
drops of frustration
disgust
despair
A hurricane hundreds of years in the making
willing to blow through an airborne poison
that doesn’t care about our colors
And this is not just down streets
in America
but forward into the futures
of us
Where will we go
as a country?
Forward into the past
forever chained to the cruelty
of ignorance?
Where will we go
as humans?
Will we always be
running in a race divided
parallel
never one?
Our sons and daughters
Our brothers and sisters
Our fathers and mothers
Our family
Our species
Our hate
The wrong ones are being murdered
There are no right ones to die
This is not
us against them
This is us
against it
We must move forward
as one
or
together
we will stay where we are
June 3, 2020
Day 58 of 100
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