Grace

Gentle whispers in the breeze, easing the mind,
Radiant smiles illuminating, warmth they find.
Arms open wide, welcoming with embrace,
Cherishing moments, time can't erase.
Eternal bond, unbroken, in every space.

I Worked Hard - With Privilege

In the chorus of life, I've heard a refrain so strong,
"I worked hard," they sing, their pride a song.
But beneath the surface, a truth untold,
Privilege whispers, stories unfold.

"I worked hard for everything I own,"
A declaration made, firmly shown.
Yet privilege's shadow, it casts its light,
On uneven paths, where fortunes take flight.

Not all fields are level, not all starts fair,
Some face obstacles, while others breeze with air.
Acknowledging privilege doesn't diminish toil,
It unveils the layers, the societal coil.

Inherent advantages, woven in time,
Shape destinies, like an intricate rhyme.
From education's doors to job's embrace,
Privilege paves ways, leaving little trace.

Systemic disparities, a complex weave,
In the fabric of success, they interleave.
The race, the class, they play their part,
In shaping narratives, in every heart.

For meritocracy's promise, oft a guise,
As social and racial currents rise.
Numbers speak volumes, stories untold,
Of inherited wealth, as centuries unfold.

So let's pause to listen, to voices unheard,
To grasp the nuances, each spoken word.
"I worked hard," yes, but privilege sees,
The unequal paths, the differing pleas.

At America’s Door

In distress, they come, a people in flight,
Their dreams laid bare beneath the moonlit night.
The border, a threshold, a harrowing plight,
I see their struggle, their will to fight.

Oh, weary souls, I feel your pain,
Your whispered prayers, your silent refrain.
You’ve braved the rivers, the scorching terrain,
In search of a future, so much to gain.

Their eyes, a window to stories untold,
Of violence and hunger, a life so cold.
They’ve left behind the world they’ve known,
Their hearts set on a land to call their own.

Is their fate to be shunned and turned away,
From the home of the brave, the land of the free?
Should their cries for help fall on deaf ears?
Are our hearts hardened, consumed by fears?

What is this liberty that we so proudly claim,
If we close our doors, and let injustice reign?
Are we to watch as their hopes are shattered,
As our fellow man is left to be battered?

Embrace them, America, as your own,
For within your walls, they’ve sought a home.
From many, we are one, let us unite,
To lift the weary, to do what’s right.

Meliorate their plight, lend a helping hand,
Let compassion, not prejudice, take a stand.
Their dreams are but a reflection of our own,
In their eyes, our ancestors are shown.

Let our borders embody a promise of hope,
A beacon to those who seek to cope.
For as we embrace the immigrant's stride,
Our nation's heart grows ever more wide.

A Broken Heart

In the bloom of youth, a young man's heart did beat,
For a maiden fair, whose love was sweet.
Their bond was strong, their passion true,
Yet family ties, they did not ensue.

A love so fierce, unyielding and bright,
Stood against the currents, with all its might.
His family's scorn, a weight to bear,
Their absence at the wedding, a burden to share.

"My love," he vowed, "forever we'll be,
Against all odds, just you and me."
The years went by, their love still glowed,
But still, his family's hearts were cold.

Each day, a battle, to make them see,
The love that bound them, their destiny.
Yet every act of love was met with rejection,
Their scorn, a constant, cruel reflection.

With every breath, the young man bore the pain,
In his heart, a relentless, aching strain.
His strength, unyielding, a love so true,
He held her close, as they were but two.

As life drew short, and death drew near,
The young man knew, his end was clear.
He looked into her eyes, love's light did shine,
"My love, forever, you'll be mine."

Now from heaven's gates, his spirit cries,
As still, the family's bitterness survives.
His beloved, his widow, their bond so pure,
Endures the pain, a heart left obscure.

His spirit mourns, his soul in strife,
A love unbroken, a bond for life.
Eternal love, from beyond the skies,
As the young man watches, with love in his eyes.