--By Junior L.
Distressed by the news of hatred,
A story told from my grandmother's soul,
Her imprint is still encoded into my heart,
I felt her soft old breath on my shoulder,
A chill down my spine,
Sky was as blue as ever,
I heard the screams of her past,
the wishes she held,
she told me to love my mother as deep I can,
my passion is love and has always been love,
Love for the nature of life,
Love for the creativity of the One creator,
Love meddled in agony and peace,
voices of my sadness were as pure as the Feather of ugliness,
indeed, I digress that the feather was not what I was expecting,
It was unfortunately horrid,
The passion of love always pierced the walls of hatred,
No hatred was welcome within her dance of beauty,
Her feet always moved on their own,
and just like that,
We witnessed her dance carelessly, freely,
The dance performed by Love and hatred,
Understanding is the foundation for reconciliation,
have I not released my passion just yet?
my passion for Love and beauty,
I leave no room for unfortunate voices,
All my echoes have made God the Almighty chuckle,
my passion will always be love,
the passion of love indeed,
in my heart that is.