America great, when?
My heart beats slowly…. I’m focused on what is yet to come. Tomorrow is not promised no matter who you are. Some days are harder than hard, But we take in stride what has yet to come. I hold on to the hope of good in the world, Only to understand that the powers of evil invade all who allow. We stand united as one, make America great again, they chum on. Please tell me, when was America ever great. From the mouth of my ancestors, great, is not a word they would have used. Hurt. Pain. Respect that was fought to gain. I can hear the cries; I can see the rain. The only thing we are united in is hurt and pain. I fear for my children and those yet to come. What will they face? What have we done? We sit and stare at screens thinking of all the mean and hateful things to say. If someone doesn’t know your past, how can they help with your future? I grew up in a time when things were somewhat hopeful. Where movie stars stayed in movies. Where si...