The Mirror

I hear the voices saying this attack on the capitol was because those people felt like their voices were not being heard.

It brings to me the remembrance the voice of black people mourning those of them killed,
or unjustly arrested.

I ask you to remember how this summer they pleaded we’d all hear that very same thing,
and people simply scoffed and said,
“Come on, why can’t they just get over it?”

To everyone silent now about the damage at the capitol that was done,
Covering the mess in a drape with a real pretty flag pattern;
I call to your remembrance the way when,
during the BLM protests and riots,
you said if you saw people doing that kind of thing,
you would “probably drive your car over them.”

And what does it matter if the lump looks a crisp red, white, and blue
if hatred, violence, and the beam from our own eye is what lies underneath it?

To those angry about censorship,
I bring to you the hand covering the mouth of
black people, and women, and children separated from their families in desert cages.

Is it truly Liberty and Justice for All in this land?
Or do you really mean just those with white, clean, similar faces?

After all,
You cannot kneel on the neck of a suffocating black man and then blame him that he is not standing.

You want the America that you once knew long ago?
Well, it used to welcome people who immigrated.
Instead of shouting “Go back where you came from,”
Look near Lady Liberty’s feet
and when you find it,
Please READ IT.

It’s just never our own fault, in the human race, is it?
We trip, but it’s never our own untied laces.

Surely that’s not our own reflection in the mirror; moving the same exact way as the one touching our fingertips in the glass is.
We move in perfect step with the ones we point at saying “We hate this,”
and with our chins in the air say
“I see no likeness.”

How can we cry over our own children,
and their future,
and how we mourn they “won’t have freedoms like we did”
while we lock black sons away
and ignore the cries of their mothers?
God forgive us for how we blame others
for the same things that we did.

It’s time America took a long look in the mirror and really inspected our faces.
The purge of darkness needs to begin inside of us.

Mirror unveiled.

The whole world braces.

This article was written by a guest blogger. The opinions expressed here are those of the writer and do not reflect the opinions of Bob Lacey, Sheri Lynch or the Bob & Sheri show.

Mom Outnumbered

Hi! My name is Kerri Green; Wife to Justin, and mother to four highly entertaining daughters -Alena, Chloe, Tessa, and Paige. I am an artist, a writer, a daycare provider, a lover of people, a believer that there is humor and beauty in all things, and the author of Mom Outnumbered; a blog about real family life, and my observations of it. My goal is to make people laugh, to be there for them when they cry, and most importantly, to let them know that they are not at all alone in this up and down world. I live with my family in Sebastopol California, and I am opening the window into our life. So welcome! Come in. Sit down. Just please don’t mind the mysterious wet spots.