Fainting Goat

Every day when we stand for the pledge, I feel like a curtain has fallen over me,  

holding me down. 

I remember who is president for the next four years. 

And I want to cry. 

five years spent practicing, learning, building community around myself, so beautiful

here on the mats, ponytail swinging, laughter,

saturdays from nine to ten-thirty, then eight to ten-thirty,

Home. We’re home. I didn’t need to open my eyes. I knew we were home. I knew we were getting close. I had memorized the roads leading from the highway back to the house nestled in the little neighborhood I called home.

Black and white

The conflict the world can't seem to get over

Why can't we all just be people?

This is no difficult task, to accept others