The great divide,
The very ones that love from the outside
Are the ones that seem to divide
Tearing up mattersBy way of color
And tongue
And blanket acceptance
Of whatever that
Arrives on the shores
And in ecstatic joy,
trample
the growing
the thriving, the struggling
In search of a voice
Some perish
Some lift up their hands
In exasperation
Because towers aren’t built
Overnight
And masterpieces
May require a lifetime
Some of us
May make it
Some may not
As it continues to grow wide
That great Divide.
3-2-11
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