It Ends With Me

By August 18, 2017Uncategorized

Considering the tragic events of this weekend, I wrote this little poem. I’m no poet, but I figure I’ll post it anyways.


It Starts With Me

It starts as a thought
Placed in my head though I want it not
Put in there by an older generation
Now the choice is mine- growth or extermination

We hear it in whispers
We hear it in bars
We hear it and laugh and don’t disagree
We think, maybe they’re right- to some degree

I have privilege
I have comfort
Equality for you means
I might suffer

The honest truth is
I don’t have a clue
I’ve never been hated in my life
Yet alone, all I ever knew

I don’t know what it is to be you
You don’t know what it is to be me
But perhaps that doesn’t mean
We both can’t be free

Free of judgment and hate
Ridicule and assumptions
You and I brothers
A win for you is a win for all others

See hate is losing game
It perpetuates itself if we allow it
But it can’t stand the light
The truth, if we announce it

We are all equal- you and I
Children of God and no less fortunate
To have life on this earth
And to have a blessed life for it


Men have died in the past
So we realize this truth
Let us not die again, rather
Let’s put ourselves to use.

It Ends With Me.

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