I wrote this shortly after the Elections. All of the stupid controversy came out and I was pissed off to say the least. That's when I started to write this poem. It's called: "When Can We All Be Human?".
When can we all be human?
Instead of focusing on the outward appearance of ourselves
When can we see the beauty that lies within?
The aura that emits from our bodies
The “otherworldly” aura
When can we see it?
When can we all be human?
Instead of looking at race, religion , gender, and age
When can we see, that in one way or another, we are all the same?
White? Black? Asian? Hispanic? Native American?
It doesn’t matter
We all bleed RED
When we die, our bodies shed
Like a butterfly emerging from it’s chrysalis
A spirit is released
Whether you believe in it or not
When will you look past my outer core?
And See that I am your sister?
Another human being
We all share the same planet
One planet
And we are killing it
Is this what it means to be human?
Killing Animals?
Killing Trees?
Killing the Oceans?
Ourselves?
Taking the lives of the innocent just to satisfy our own desires?
Does being human mean destroy our only home?
If that is the case……….
I will never be human.
I will choose to be the spirit
A prisoner of a shell
From the outside looking in…..
I will never follow the desires of man
I will follow my heart instead
Just a spirit with an imagination
ÓCopyrighted By
Elizabeth M. Campbell
November 7, 2012
