Let me tell you about my people.
Yeah, my people,
the ones like me.
So much like me
that we’ve gathered around the world.
We laugh and we cry,
struggle and dream,
and know life’s burden that is grieving.
We love and we help,
hold our children tight,
worrying when fear is in the night.
Yeah, we’re those people,
the ones like me,
too often not free,
seeking the beacon that is freedom
©December 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne