This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

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Why didn’t we care?
Why couldn’t we stop it?
What if we did care, but didn’t know what to do?

that heaviness in our hearts.
Every. Time. We Heard. The. News.

The bodies hitting the floor.
“Died in police custody”

We wondered what the hell she was even doing there anyway.

But it was Texas,
And they just seem to live like that.

so far away from here…

We asked the sky our questions,
but they never did reply.

They figured we were white,
unseen,
and couldn’t do anything.

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