Pursuit for Equality in a Democracy

The snow lightly falls on the icy streets.   Citizens out braving the cold.   Anger grows.   Their bravery even more.    Brown and Black neighbors snatched.   In broad daylight.   And the thick of night.      Car windows smashed.   Bodies bruised and battered.    While smoke fills the winter air,    Children cry from tear gassed in their eyes.    “Papers! Papers! Where are your papers!”   Ring throughout Minnesota’s streets!   ICE hearts are frozen.   And hatred clouds their minds.      Above the chaos.   An innocent soul floats.   A young mother taken too soon.    Her life will not be in vain.    For G-d’s love will reign.   

The news came on a January night.   Confusion, from the day before,   Would not dampen the excitement that awaits.    June would be the time.   But would it be a pink month or blue?   Come on Mom! Cut that cake!   Big sister waits!    So does Grandma, my Grandpas, Aunts, and Uncles.   Everyone crowds around.   But what? What did you say?   My little brother Noah is on the way! 

In spring, the crack of the bat will sound different. I’ll feel an emptiness at the ballpark.    And while I am watching the ocean water rushing upon the sand.    People will go on with their daily lives.    Rushing to the ballpark to catch a glimpse of their favorite Brave or Met.    Or arriving at the beach in the early morn surfboard in hand.   Looking to catch that one wave in the rising sun.    Never knowing that you blessed these waters decades before.   With your heart, soul, and of course, your surfboard.    Your kindness will not be forgotten.   Nor the love for your family.    I’ll see you on the beach’s horizon.    Surfing the clouds overhead