Envision;
A word packed full of hope
And purpose. A race.
Proof to
The profound moments that start with a smile;
While getting to know you through
Other school-related means, meaning
How we knew one another before
Is history.
The door for mystery stands with thick
Hinges on these secretive lands.
Pain cries out and tension is thick
Madison, where brick by brick, teachers
School Black, Brown and White bodies
Intentions may be good – wasn’t
Meant to hurt nobody.
Sharpened pencils are the least of these kids’ worries when guns are packed with
Lead.
Madison, Oh Madison. You started with
A crown;
A frown I could not make
Growing up in the capital of this state.
Your crown fell years ago.
Disappointed to see the fractures of systemic
Racism could create such an earthquake.

Make no mistake from the city in which I
Live.
Madison, built on Indian Mounds where
Runners take mental breaks
Someone else was supposed to clean you up and make you like a dream for all to see!
Instead, creating fear where people have
nothing to be but nice.
No one knows how to just be;
Restless bodies create an enemy of trust.
Come, Lord Jesus!
Lust for change is tamed;
Hope is in the reframing
A friendship gained.
Had no idea you were a great poet rooted in truth and history, dear friend! Write more!
Merry Christmas
Love ya! Diane