Sweetwater Creek State Park, Georgia Your glare truly hurts. You don't try to mask your hate. It won't destroy me! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetery Prompt Challenge: glare and mask.
My husband wished me a happy MLK Day this morning, and then proceeeded to ask me if I thought that hate is a natural part of us. I was taken aback, because Douglas is the most loving of people, and I don't remember ever seeing him show hate for anyone. When we finally met face-to-face... Continue Reading →
Posted for the One Liner Wednesday Challenge from Linda G. Hill. I saw this and remembered some of the images from the Capital riots, and I thought the same applies to the United States. The only solution to South Africa's crisis is for whites to accept blacks as human beings." The Right Reverend Desmond Tutu,... Continue Reading →
I have lived in the United States all of my nearly 69 years, and never once have I felt the need to overcome my fear of hurting someone to purchase a gun. But, the atmosphere in America today, the blatant hate rhetoric in the Unitd States gives me pause for reflection on whether this may... Continue Reading →
Photo from Pikist.com I walked among the mysterious and beautiful megaliths from long ago, And I wondered who built them and what they were meant to celebrate. Then, I touched the rock and felt a warmth and joy fill my soul, And I somehow knew that it was love's victory over hate. Written for the... Continue Reading →
My youngest great-grandchild and me. I hope the Dream will become real in her lifetime. On the 57th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech, the headlines are filled with news of protests against racial injustice and fears for our black sons and daughters. I had so hoped that with the... Continue Reading →
It isn't always easy for people to understand The sygyzy between love and hate. The very thin line between them means we Don't see the difference until it's too late. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Sygyzy in 30 words. I had to look this word up and ponder it.... Continue Reading →
I love America! It's my home, born and bred! It's, unfortunately, imperative that I state these facts from the beginning, so that no one feels the need to tell me to "go back where I came from." I know that I may lose some followers, but this is a post that I have been putting... Continue Reading →
Some may call me obdurate in my belief That babies everywhere aren't born full of hate. Someone has to teach those little ones to loathe others For racism and other isms to carry a lot of weight. I love to see the toddlers laughing and hugging, Not mindful of any kind of differences there. So... Continue Reading →
How can one have antipathy For people they don't know? I cannot see. How can the color of one's skin Arouse such deep feelings within? How do we change it? Written for Sammiscribbles prompt for August 3: write poetry or prose on antipathy in exactly 30 words.