Some times I feel like I am in the running for the miss understood pageant, even with those closest to me. Defending the light in each person, even our enemies, is inescapably intertwined with our fight for humanity, and often just, as dangerous…
In the Outs
I am
Sow over and over
The light in my enemies
Bared deep
With in group identification
Too sides
Too con versing
That fatal err
We breathe in
And out
As I maid the mistake
Of having empathy
For my enemies
For which I cannot
Undue
That which seams
As won mirror aside
Which turns out
Holy fits
Awe
Of us
