obituaries …

memories of a life
lie on the cutting room floor
scraps of existence 
cleverly stitched together
creating what never was

 

 

 

maat’s scale..

when i placed
your history
on
maat’s scale
it did not move
as if
there is
no truth
to
weigh

 

 

 

a new composition…

no one sings your songs
the words are painful and sad
write a lullaby
and everyone will join in 
no one wants to hear the truth

 

 

 

anti-critical race theory…

mind contrived stories
but no correlated facts
just mere conjecture
humans seem to do that well
confusing their myths as truths