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.