every day sing songs careen against the isms of life.
                              
 dangling threads of criticism ease ,into spaces 

  reserved for peaceful times .Heads held high with

    nations pride, battle the isms or race and sex.

      dictated by strangers with no regards to

        righteousness of the soul.  Isms, like heavy chains

          dangle just outside the scope of the naked eye

            raising its ugly head  to drive wedges between you,me

              and people who march to drums of yet another time.

                 strut your stuff, liberated one, all the isms in your life

                    have been destroyed by love and now you are free.