'Waiting' - Poem by Tamisha Bellamy
From the beginning of time men have controlled the world,
and poisoned it, too.
Men- such as cops, judges, presidents, and husbands create the rules.
Women and children suffer from humiliation, and played like fools.
Why does the sun shine every morning?
Why do the birds still sing?
What is the point of holding on to temporary things?
Here I am in my room, lying across my bed.
Feeling the pain of the weak and the poor, while trying to listen
to the sad voices in my head.
May this letter that I write never be used in vain, but to undo all
the wrong in this world, for the sake of the good and the spiritual rights.
I pray to live and see the day when the weak become strong,
when the men treat women with respect,
when children are understood,
when hearts and souls are healthy,
when homosexuals and Muslims are no longer judged,
and when Christians become the mentors- not the persecutors.
I long for all these things to happen before I am dead.
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