Poem:gertrude made me want to write sighhhh just sum thoughts

When I close my eyes I see a newer existence
One in which each action is not followed by circumstance
One in which things simply happen and decisions are not made
And options are not a problem.
A life in which blood does not run through the cuts that puncture ones body
A life in which breath cannot not quickly leave a human being when the heart stops its swift and subtle beats.
A life that brings passion without pain
A life that allows choices without shame.
A life in which all desires are fulfilled and disappointments are not an issue.
One that does not have words that claim I forgot and I hate, I never wanted and I never will.
The life that extricates goodbye from the dictionary and those we love will forever be by our sides.
The yokes and burdens apparent in the lives of the unaware and meek are not present or exploited by the affluent.
The politics of a copacetic being are not disputed and determined by the government.
The rights of the members of the bourgeoisie are not determined by those who have not lived a day with a bill unpaid
And the weariness that shakes the bones of the meager.
An alternate veracity where dreams are inevitable and not optional, but dependent on the drive and the luck of that individual.
Eyes blink and everything that has been instilled in your purpose comes to pass without a second thought or millisecond of exertion being utilized.
A being wherein one cannot dwell on the fact that all that they worked for has been impeded.
That the benefits of both a communist and capitalist society can reign.
Success itself is not dampened by stereotypes and quick decisions
Such as a move of a hand and ones piece of paper positioned representing the rejected.
And its representation is the work of their fathers and mothers and grandparents who strived to provide a better life.
A life in which we never again deal with the strife of a missed appointment and missed aspirations
And when the throbbing soreness of defeat is evident assurance of triumph prevails.
But then my eyes are opened to a life in which the concrete of reality runs to kiss the innocence and hope of my face
And realize existence is maintained
By the let downs, the mishaps, the pick me ups, the tragedies, and the blessings of Christ.


~Poem by Ketiwe Boahene (Distinguished Guest Writer)


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