Outside my window
Souls crash down
Lungs breathing their last
These souls extinguish like blown-out candles
Pointless discrimination based on
Culture, religion, color, sexuality
Victims aren’t what others say they are
They have a love, an identity, a smile
A chain to the hand; a hand to the neck; a shot to the
chest
Bodies suffocating for being themselves
Bangs and clanks and clangs
Love dissipates in the rain of hate
But rain eventually stops
The world is broken not un-fixable
There are cracks and hinges and rips
But it is still one
Because when I look outside of my window
I don’t see broken people
I glimpse tape and glue
Uniting these broken pieces together
Scars become gifts of knowledge
These peeled bandages
encase something stronger
Words, and notes, and voices
They ameliorate the suffering
Bringing those who accept each other
together as one
And those who feel the need to hate
Will have to go against everyone
When one person is pushed down
Everyone else picks them up
This is what I see outside my window
I see wounds
But I also see cures
