Summertime in America – A Poem by Georgia Sanders
Summertime, and the livin’ ain’t easy Bullets are flyin’ and people are dyin’ America’s streets are colored dark and blood red. Plans…
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Summertime, and the livin’ ain’t easy Bullets are flyin’ and people are dyin’ America’s streets are colored dark and blood red. Plans…
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It is because you are meant to be that you are Standing in your sun kissed skin You are radiant and brilliant You…
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This last fall, I lost my dear friend and neighbor Marianne to heart disease. Marianne was 80 years old. Many would say she had…
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When a dear close friend of mine suddenly passed away,
I saw rare hues from heaven beaming in the sky that day.
There are people in every generation who are willing Willing to stand To step up To do the work We call you The fighters…
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As I await the early signs of spring this year, I have many things to do and renew. Some of you may need a…
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Trust is my part
Faith, hope, and love
Not abstract nouns
To feel or believe
But actions
I need to continue
To practice
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Winter’s hold Is deep Suggesting it Will not let go This time The ice will never thaw Life will always be hard Hope is…
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As a Third Culture Kid (TCK), I often wrestle with who I was and who I am today. The following are snapshots from the…
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What is this fertile ground Where hoods are removed And torches lit? Where these actions and words Of violence and hate Reverberate across the…
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Is Anybody Listening? We are a nation of opinions Someone is always talking Which leads me to wonder, Who is listening? Who is taking…
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