Deep wounds leave lasting scars
from time to time they itch.
We scratch until they bleed,
till they can’t be ignored.
Knowing they were not healed
because the scar remains.
The surface unblemished,
superficial facade
as seen in the mirror,
or the commercial break
during regularly
scheduled programming.
Where the illusory
virtual integration
is foisted on us all.
Defying perceptions
as seen in the lunchroom,
in houses of worship,
neighborhoods of gridlock,
divided, one and all.
Despite blended family,
increased diversity,
there’s still a lack of trust.
Not just of failed systems,
but between you and me.
~
M. Zane McClellan
~
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