Editing Process (January 7, 2018)

I hear screams

Of “bleeping murderer"

Taunting me.

In removing

Those stillborn poems

That no longer speak

Or resonate.

Taking up space

As I search

For those lost poems

Seeking closure.

You think

I want to

Do this?

Destroying a sliver

Of my soul

In such a careless

Casual manner.

Marking me

A hideous killer

Deserving to be tarred

And feathered.

As angry shouts

Have accused me

Of being.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: Over the past month, I have removed about 20 partial poems, from my
writing file that no longer speak to me, in the need to write, or are long stale to my muse.

Breaking The Silence (January 3, 2019)

“You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will be as one.”

John Lennon, Imagine (1971)

Inside my mind

These words flow

In sadness.

As hate

And intolerance grows

With every passing moment

I breathe.

Where being different

Is a curse

Punishable by physical attacks

And slurs.

Where truth

Has become a

Weaponized lie.

Knowing no boundaries

Spreading its message

To an eagerly awaiting

Hateful audience.

Never mind

You're the minority

By thinking this way

To others.

You can't silence

My righteous voice

Any more.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: Earlier today, I found this article, in my Google News, how American hate
based politics of the alt-right, is becoming Canada's new norm.

https://nowtoronto.com/news/toronto-politics-kristyn-wong-tam-donald-trump-alt-right/