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Humans bleed red
No matter their skin color.
All broken bodies
Used to laugh.

Blood is life.
So often it drips for politics,
A mother's son dies for a leader's power.

We becomes desensitized
To hate,
"He's just an edgelord."
"She just wants attention."

True.
But how about,
"He doesn't know what love is."
She is hurting."

It's so easy for me to dismiss
The statuses and photos flooding my feed:
So many Go Fund Me's,
So many petitions.
Everyone needs a dollar,
Needs a job,
Needs a chance.

I'm tired,
Numb,
I can't solve them all
So too often I do nothing.
Who deserves my time?
Why do I need to choose?
What if I help the wrong one?

But how did we get here?
Too many of us
Did nothing.

Perhaps that's the saddest part,
In all our ability to know
All the info in the world.
We're just overwhelmed,
Paralyzed.

When life was small,
There were only so many neighbors to wave at.

I can't give up.
But part of each week,
I try to also do the small.

I'm working on my front flower bed.
It's something I can touch,
Something I can change.
A place without shooting drills.

Life is a mix:
Breathe,
Garden,
Vote.
And when able
Defend the rights of all
To plant flowers without fear.
To sleep without the sound of bombs.
To sit in schools without gunfire.

Don't get paralyzed,
By fear or hate.
Sometimes,
Nurture your soul,
Make a life worth fighting for.

Date: 2025-09-11 10:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] alycewilson
A sober reflection on the state of today.

Date: 2025-09-12 12:01 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] muchtooarrogant
You're so right about the barrage of pleas demanding our attention. I like the idea of something manageable, your flowerbed, so as not to get overwhelmed.

Dan

Date: 2025-09-13 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bassicallytom
You are touching on end-state capitalism. Too much need, not enough available resources. Do what you can touch but keep speaking your truth.

Date: 2025-09-13 01:39 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] halfshellvenus
To sit in schools without gunfire.
Such a simple thing, and too outrageous to be the bare minimum of expectations, and yet politicians who could help the situation do nothing. It's maddening.

Date: 2025-09-15 06:02 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] legalpad819
I have to say, the scariest part for me is sending the kids into the world and not feeling like they're totally safe. I have one at college and it seems SO far away and the others in local schools, but really, how can school feel safe these days?

Date: 2025-09-16 07:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] marjorica
Yup. All around us is fear and hate.

Date: 2025-09-16 07:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] inkstainedfingertips
This is both beautiful and sad. And it rings with absolute truth.

This bit struck me the hardest:

True.
But how about,
"He doesn't know what love is."
She is hurting."

To often, we never think about what another person might be going through.

Wonderful piece, Maria.

Date: 2025-09-16 09:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] flipflop_diva
I want to say I love this, but it feels wrong for such a heavy and depressing topic. But you did a really good job with it, and I love your ending stanza the most.

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