I’m feeling pretty young,
Small and scared.
I can’t control the trembling
Of my hands and my
Voice.
And even though I know
There is more to this truth,
Than the smallness
This is the place from which
I’m speaking.
I speak out of love
For the little child
Who was left standing
Alone and lost
So long ago.
Under all the words
I’m saying to you,
The child is hearing,
I love you.
I want you to understand
Why my...
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By Kathleen MacGregor
No, we’re not in Kansas anymore.
Remember when we thought
Obama was the good guy?
Are we still telling ourselves
That he’s finding his way?
Are we saying,
At least he’s black?
Remember how we thought he’d save us and
Drive the father warriors away?
I had misgivings,
But put those away.
That was not so long ago.
We hoped it was a new book.
It was all about hope.
And he’s killed,...
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