Interaction

list to last the week
highest group gets me the gold
held accountable

all papers graded
impossible standards met
you can’t challenge me

i will surpass you
snarky remarks tucked within
so you can’t see me

’cause i’m a winner
downtrodden made me stronger
in the end, you’ll see

Shakespeare’s sonnets sing
across these four centuries
hear them sing along

alas, their voices
really bring us together
let us listen. Well.

Sonnet for Equality

Modeled after “Sonnet XVIII” by William Shakespeare

Sonnet for Equality

Shall I compare you to a summer’s dream?
You are permanent in the public’s view
In this new world things can sometimes seem
As fair as fair can be if they ask you
But we all know that you don’t always shine
As bright as King summoned under His light
And with the devil, time oft stays behind
And souls oft forget to fight the good fight
Your absence makes a death toll hard to bear
When those in charge can only summon hate
Yet I know deep down you will always care
For humans who would like to change their fate
Equality, I ask for sweet returns
Into hearts seeking solace for their burns

Marade

small signs and short legs
blue sky memories of faith
some fear is slipping

but in children’s eyes:
perfect for play and joy
humanity’s rainbow

if we could all climb
to the top of the goal post
his dream would come true

not just a Marade
a gathering of lost souls
hoping for what’s right

with their eyes, see it:
the world he wanted. Here.
not a shot fired.

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Planning. To Not Plan.

what secrets are found
in twenty years of letters?
and what dreams will come?

at sixteen, desperate
first love turmoil, heart crushed
i lived for friends, love

at twenty-six, scared
new baby, husband’s lost job
i lived on blind faith

now, thirty-six,
my life begins to balance
career, family… home??

sleep in which bed, house?
on which continent–east, west?
in whose arms–mine, his?

the letter will tell
my thirty-six-year-old goals
where my heart beats now

but heartbeats have wings
my girls will be all grown up
the world will change

i hope to keep up
with the childlike soul i dreamt
as a young lovebird

while at the same time
accepting life’s challenges
and… i can’t plan them

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Measures of Success

standing room only
crowd hushed for collegiate speech
from a sixth grader

bright academics
the spotlight shines on this school
rainbow of world

social injustice
swept under a brave chorus
strict rules understood

forgotten pencil
equals hour detention?
path drawn to success

unified voices
remedy doubtful choices
good god let them sing

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Predictions

like a lost puppy
he waits every afternoon
hoping for some help

i enable him
wonder where his friends might be
knowing he has none

everyday struggles
of left-behind countries, wars
haunt my students’ lives

tomorrow, the same
i’ll give him the look; give in
heart too wrenched for no

i’ll carry work home
(not as heavy as his load)
pray peace will find us

Social (In)Justice

pitiful attempt
to show the world justice
ditching the walkout

after school, they beg
for classwork i can’t explain
in four short minutes

but the ones who stayed
sit, work with me for hours
tackling learning

one interrupts us
asking where the food bank is
to feed his family

i’m taken aback
a perfect student, born here
why is he hungry?

then, the Taliban:
lost her mother in Iran
falling off a horse

social injustice
propels their failed walkout day
served up after school

a dish to take home
a harder bite to swallow
as schools save us all

La Casa de Bernarda Alba

for oppressed women
suicide is the answer
to questioned love

Reformation

jury’s our last hope
but freedom doesn’t ring here
let’s chime a new bell

with the sweet timber
of metallic liturgy
that brought us this dream

Breaking Point

Friday before break
in the land of exciting
reading on the couch

his war words haunt me
how slow and painful, peace
yet so undeadly

happy hour laughs
and three bickering daughters
wish they were babies

this sums my Friday
balance between love and war
lord let us find peace