Writing

I wonder what people see when they first look at you,

are they nervous?

Are they afraid?

Do they wonder about your thoughts?

Or do they see you as an everyday person?

Or do they think you look kind,

I sit down with a bowl of soup,

take my spoon, and begin to scoop.

My mind spins as I go through the motion

for it knows no rest.

I hear no commotion

as I slurp and digest.

My heart is being overtaken on the wrong lane-

I stand like a deer in the acid-yellow headlights, wondering if I'll die on this

Street of run-over roadkill. I can't stop for wishing that-

In the shadows, rights once won,
Begin to fade like setting sun.
The banners raised, the voices loud,
Now muffled by a growing cloud.

In a world of screens that never fade, 
A voice is found, yet sometimes swayed. 
In every swipe, a new facade, 
A life lived fast, but still feels odd. 

This country is still here

In some aspects we’ve changed