here are my long letters, long thoughts, long prayers.
Let justice come--
Cruelty rises around me, I will bear it no more.
What good are fantasies in days of nightmares?
Let me give my children a more beautiful world--
I want to restore what was lost.
Let character, not color, be the measure of a man--
for compassion is the richest color of our souls.
Change will happen today; it may be small,
so open my eyes to every detail of your movement
in this broken, waking world.
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