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The Commuter

Thursday, October 1, 2009

By Amy Earls

For my people scrounging for truth, for clarity, for freedom, searching in the yesterday’s and today’s and tomorrow’s, never ending never knowing, never finding the answers to poverty, racism, school shootings, politics, death, hostility, despair, rejection, restriction, pain and triumph.

For my people stuck on hands and knees on kitchen floors crawling and praying and scrubbing and seeking and weeping and dying and picking up crumbs and finding lost money and dreaming of walking and children make-believing they’re someone else or somewhere else or lost.

For my people begging for more time to laugh to cry to vent to talk to sleep to love to ponder to study to live to pay rent and heat and taxes and food and gas and clothes and debt and cable and Verizon and credit and movies and friends, trying not to spoil their children who want to feel free from abuse and insecurity and lack of attention and hunger and divorce and war and abandonment and lies.

For my people who are alone today and afraid of being alone tomorrow, trying to find a place in all people, all races, all differences, all unity in every face and every shade of skin of every man and woman of our America.

For my people who are holding fast to dreams and inspirations and chances and beauty, dancing and singing and celebrating our discoveries.

Let this beauty find its place in hearts, homes, schools, jobs, freedom. Let us prepare for change in love and community and hope. Let us find happiness in the individual wonders that we are and embrace ourselves. Let us continue to “rise and take control.”

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