How God Labels Us
Would that we stamp these words
On foreheads, as soon as an infant slides
Through the open birth canal:
White privileged
Underprivileged
Poor
Rich
Thug
Fat
Terrorist
Hater
Lover
Etcetera etcetera
O how innocent, and pure
A sweet baby!
God has only labeled us:
Loved!
When the world is churning in cyclonic fashion,
When earthquakes threaten to tear us apart,
Can we grab each other’s hands, and pull
Them from the devilish hole?
Who are our friends? Even their silent voice,
Would raise an octave to kill
The prejudice and hate spewing
From all sides.
When we are blessed enough,
That God stretches us out,
To give us a family and friends -
From many rich heritages
And colors,
That we might feel!
I also hurt when you pinch me -
It leaves a horrendous bruise.
The world spreads
Its media butter on bread,
And tries to disengage our hands.
But my loved ones, my friends
I won’t let go, I love you so!
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