“A million different knots,

Connected, strengthened,

Working in unison

To catch even the 

Strongest beast.

Woven together, interlaced,

Yet each joint free

To move as it may. 

Rippling in the wind,

One purpose

From many differences.

Can we learn from a tool

Like the common net?

Where does individuality

Reach its limit,

And where does the collective

Begin its reign?

If the problem is the weakest link,

Should we not work to empower

That link until it competes

With its colleagues?

Lifting all to the same lofty heights?

So how now do we 

Cut each other down?

Over what?

The color of our skin?

The form of our gender?

Is our net holy? Or holey?

For it wholly disturbs

Our true nature,

Towards peace, love, and joy.

Ripping the fabric

Of our living net until

The crows feast on 

Its jagged remains,

And the disconnect waves

Wispily in the wind,

Ravaged by hatred and petty fools.

Should we not denounce

Those who would pull on those

Split ends,

Unraveling further the weaving

Of our society

And the underpinnings 

Of our morals?

Should we not stand 

Against those with

No respect for the

Weft and warp

Of all that is good,

And right, and just?

Those who use the

Bodies of others

As their stepping stones to the top?

Our rallying cry

Must be that of unity,

Duty, and destiny.

Repairing the net 

So destroyed by evil and greed,

Until not even the smallest misdeed

Slips through our righteous vigil.

Until those who are different

Feel as if we are all the same,

One heart and one mind.

Until our souls have a

Positive net profit

In this negative world.”

“I remember

When I first heard a person

Call my friend black.

I stopped.

And I stared

And my young mind said

No.

For his skin was not 

Black.

It was

A perfect chocolate,

Rich and earthy

Like the purest coffee beans

From the African mountains.

Black?

No.

At the very least,

It was 

A deep, proud brown,

At the most,

The proudest tones this earth

Has ever seen.

Not the color of ink,

Or coal,

Or a funeral.

And yellow?

Don’t even get me started.

Bananas are yellow.

People are not.

Yet another mistake,

In a long history of mistakes.

White and black,

Two opposites portrayed

As so different.

Like wolves in the night,

The unknown strangling viewpoints

As we balk in fear.

We peruse the news

And let it turn our views

When instead, we need to refuse

Because equality is our muse,

And is where we should get our cues,

To follow the clues,

Before everything is destroyed,

And we all lose.

Different? Such a word

That can be divisive

And incisive.

And yet it can hold so much beauty

And teach us those lessons

That we can’t learn in books.

And its power helps us become

Kings and queens

From lowly pawns.

So look to your brothers and sisters,

All worthy, all human,

Our differences flaunted

With pride, 

Not haunted.

We need to reopen the stores

Of compassion and acceptance

Buried deep inside our weary hearts.

To see the joy in the different

Talents, and strengths,

And appearances.

And extend our hands

And our thoughts

And our very souls

To bridge such a gap

That the differences make.”

“We witness a multitude

Of things every day.

Flailing through life

In our awkward way.

Opportunities to be good

Are always in play.

Yet opportunities to do bad

Tempt us to stay.

Why is hate so

Sustainable?

Why is equality

So unattainable?

How can we tether

Ourselves together?

How can we rise

As one strong wave,

To block out the craze

Of the prejudicial rave?

How many fleets

To clean the blood in the streets?

The blood that drips

From multicolored beats?

Melting pot?

Hah! I think not.

Unless you mean to melt

The darker skin that was dealt.

Equality forged in unity,

We wait for that opportunity,

Like hawks lasering at our prey,

Intently focused, come what may.

Grab the hands of your neighbor,

And hold them tight.

No matter what flavor,

We all sleep the same at night.

And when the cries come out,

Demanding justice,

Do we rise together,

Or retreat to hospice?

Have courage, dear friends,

And we shall yet deliver,

A grinning triumph,

Above this racial river.

And as the blood flows dearly,

We remember all martyrs,

Those who lost their lives,

Brothers, mothers, sisters, fathers.

Such fateful days do now arise

As we awaken the panthers,

Under these blood red skies.

We come together,

All different colors,

Unity in diversity,

Drown the haters with the lovers.

And as our souls reach out

And begin to fly,

Unity in diversity,

Is now our battle cry.

Together we stride forward,

Don’t stop, never.

Into the darkened future.

Onward, together.”

“Five fingers in a hand
Do they follow their commands?
To the needy on the streets, one extends
The spilled groceries on the road, two amends
Three is there for a struggling friend
Four treats tenderly a neighbor, who on you depends
Five together, they seek opportunity
To bridge the gap between you and me
And foster a land of unity.
Only by helping others, can we understand,
Why we have five fingers in a hand.”

“Snowflake branch

In an avalanche

It all looks the same when you flee

But if you stop and see

The difference

The beauty is there to behold

If you only do what you’re told

By turning away

And looking disgusted

Your vision will go rusted

Because the balm of the eyes

If you’ll only realize

Is a cream of culture and skins

So stop looking within

And begin

To smell the spice of saffron

To laugh with hues of brown

To meet black with a smile, not frown

To wear new teachings like a crown

Shake away the perception

That unique is but a deception

Every colour has worth

They all

Make the skin of this earth”

“We are like flowers in a field.
Storms make us reel,
Our hard woven roots unfold
We lose petals of comfort
Leaves of support
And stems of self worth
We are struck
Then regrow.
We are like flowers in a field
The seasons make us kneel
To the alien weathers of the world
We brave the new and unnatural
As we turn towards the sun
The heat does wrinkle some
Our loss is shaded under trees as
Petals unfold.
We are like flowers in a field
Within the circle of life
We are prey to shadows of night
And the still day hides
Dangers that lie inside
But growing in earth, we do not leave
Root to root under trees
Together our beauty far outshines
The life of a single weed.
The music of life drops with our seeds
One is delicate, but together can build a shield
We are like flowers in a field.”

“Believe it or not

we do need each other

One day or the other

We would need each other

Being united is like a gift

A gift to be treasured

Cause United we can do so much more

Than we could ever do alone

By Being united 

we all complete the puzzle”

“It amazes me
How different people can be
It angers me
How heartless actions can be
The discrimination
The hate the racism
It all brings nothing good
The black becomes white
And the white becomes black
The thin becomes fat
And the fat becomes thin
They all wear a mask
They must hide at all cost
Cant you see the
Ocean of tears
It lies in the eyes
True beauty it holds
Can we just dive deep
Just to embrace little things
That completes Who you truly are
The imperfections
Its the garnish to the dish
Just embrace and keep loving
Cause the short cant become tall
Nor can the tall become short
So lets accept whats around us
Because we do need different
Different to become better”

“We are all so different
Yet we all can be together
Why all the hate?
When love is way better
We can also be like magnets
Cause opposites do attract
So Lets all respect and love
All the kinds of people
Cause in the end
To become complete
We all need each other
We are One Big Family”