Does smoke smell different
if it’s your home aflame?
Does justice seem different
when you are to blame
Does the volume seem louder
when you are the one trying to sleep?
Does gossip seem worse
when it’s your secret no one will keep?
Is everything the same
whether you’re hurting or fine
Or does life seem more precious
when it’s your neck on the line?


NaBloPoMo Day 28

I’ve been thinking a lot about social justice of late. It’s easy to turn a blind eye to the hurts and needs of others, but somehow, it’s not so easy to accept the blind eye of another when we are the ones in need.


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