Poetry

Indivisible

July 4th, 2019

Safety and Freedom.

When you look safety up in the thesaurus, it’s first synonym is freedom. Think about that for a moment.

It is the United States of America’s 243rd Independence Day. United States of America is supposedly the land of the free and home of the brave. And while we are brave in many ways we are no longer free…

Safety means many things to many people, but at a basic level, safety is shelter, enough food and water, and bodily autonomy. Our safety and our freedom is being eroded. There is a homeless epidemic on the streets of LA and you are ridiculous if you think those people are there by choice. Smaller pay and larger rent, the poor get poorer and the rich get richer. Rich people are safe and free from having to really look at how depriving poorer people of basic necessities is effecting them.

This is a country of immigrants. I won’t even go into how us immigrants treated the Native people here. Now, new immigrants and refugees are kept in inhumane conditions. This is wrong. This is not freedom.

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.” – Emma Lazarus, for the statue of Liberty

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All One, All Love, Indivisible.

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2019

Apparently, I’m on the one post a year plan…
My vision board for 2019!

 

Love. Music. Writing. Flowers. Resistance. Abundance.

Let’s make this world, and perhaps this country, a better more inclusive place. Be kind. Be creative. Be LOVE!

 

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