Real writing. Not rushed like I often feel like I must do.
Written from the heart of Arizona:
SB 1070 Poem
When, Lord, will they learn we are not immigrants, but natives, too, to this land?
Still believing in being the Beacon for others who come from far away places like Japan.
Don’t they know we didn’t come from the Mayflower Boat?
Yet, here they are advocating alligators in moats.
These words rise up from the depths of my soul.
Suppression is no longer an option when heartbreak must be told.
As bigotry rears its ugly head again,
How do we hold on to love to the end?
The evil and darkness they bring,
Can be a suffocating blanket to those who see clear.
I’m weary of shining a light.
I lay my tears at your doorstep,
Dedicating to those who don’t know how to fight.
Forgive those who thought a mortal man can be their Savior,
We know the ultimate love comes from You — the Creator.
What do we do when their hearts have been hardened?
We don’t want to be like them,
Give us a supernatural wanting for them to be pardoned.
They try their hardest to wipe clean our history,
Despite what happened before the Guadalupe Treaty.
They push unjust laws,
As they seek racist applause.
I know they want us to feel inferior,
But our will and our hearts are hungrier.
We seek remedy quickly said with ail in our hearts,
We’ve been cursed with compassion and we don’t want to see that depart.
Help us, Oh Lord, and deliver them soon.
Else bottle my sorrow like a silk-woven cocoon.