I’m exhausted after watching the protest, weary of the conflict, confused by the acts of violence. I watch what’s happening and search the skies for understanding. It’s as if we were just emerging from one storm, only to find ourselves in yet, another. It would be nice to have blue skies…
People are protesting, demanding justice for the death of George Floyd, it feels as his murder was the match that lit the fuse. The Powder Keg ~ by Katrina Curtiss 5/30/2020 There was a keg made out of wood Made to hold only the world’s good But somehow, somewhere deep…
This morning, the first thing that Sofia said to me, “This is so very sad.” Just having woken up, I asked her what she was referring to, she replied, “George Floyd.” She is from Portugal, spent 12 years in Dubai, has travelled the world, and seen more than the average…
This is in response to what happened to George Floyd, may he rest in peace. The story is in the link, the poem is about my friendly UPS Delivery man ~ how I felt when I saw him today. (My country is depressing the hell out of me ~ people…
My cat came to me, filled with misery About the injustices of humanity A former police officer and his son, both white Chased an African-American man down and took his life Two armed white men, father and son Hunted down a black man, who was out for a run The…