I hear the same old sound
of painful groaning…

What have you done to me? Played upon my emotions.

Scorn not the color of skin,
dark be the souls that do –
blemished, inconsequential;
for there’s quality in hue…

Some things go on forever.

A quote.

A poem.

…

When I was a teenager, I scoffed at the soccer moms who carted their children around in minivans and station wagons. Now I drive one.

Could we accept things much better if we were forewarned.

Let your mind out of society’s restraints.