By Teresa Clay
I do not wish to talk of White opinion and Black times
Or of news and slanted sides,
But I wish to talk of people.
Of life really; of love freely,
Of painful dreams and silly things,
Like endless jobs without meaning anything,
About exhausted hopes and endless regrets
Sunday forgiveness and weekly debts
May we talk of these things?
Lets not be distracted by lines of divide
Constructed with time meant to be blind
Yet being forced to breathe them… inside. Continue reading
Living and Forgiving 