Nonfiction

Gratitude list

In kindergarten, I was oblivious. I think I knew what a president was, and, well, that was it.

When I heard 
I was in a pottery class
with most people I did not know
Our teacher told us
We all jumped in excitment 
Then stopped because we did not know where everyone else stood.
But we then knew we stood togther

I thought it would be different for me, I thought I could be stronger.
No, I'm just like everyone else, and we all say high school sucks.
Rule number one: You are freshman, you must move out of peoples way, do no expect them to move.

Don’t divide yourselves, you are stronger together rather than as one. 

I am NOT scared of the dark.
The soupy inky blackness hardly phases me.
Monsters under the bed?
Pu-lease
Creepy spiders in the covers?
Borr-ing
Electric tentacles of death swooping inside 

God Is Love.
Love Never Fails.

May 17, 1954, was a day to celebrate.
Finally the government had come to its senses,
declaring segregation of public schools unconstitutional.
It’s was new era where people of color had a chance at an equal education.

Perhaps this was inevitable, so flawed and warlike are we, though I beg any intelligent species who may find this to heed my words: Do not allow yourselves to be overcome by greed, hate or anger; live in peace as we could not.
 

Mary Veracka