Earlier today I was tagged in a group posting asking for poets to join a “crusade” of sorts called Poets For Peace. The world has become a scary place recently. These days feel as if we’ve somehow slipped through time back to the Civil War, and that certainly took a toll on America then, and the violence and hate going on now is taking its toll as well. Yes, black lives matter. Yes, police lives matter. My life matters. Your life matters. We ALL matter. I’m tired of everyone arguing and fighting and hating. And I know I’m not the only one. So, if you are a poet, please go check out the Poets For Peace link and join us. Words have power, and I’d like mine to make a difference.
The piece I wrote for it is below.
I love you all.
Where Does Peace Begin?
By Jesi Scott
“You are beautiful!”
“Your smile is the sun!”
“You are enough!”
“Someone is thinking about you!”
“You are loved.”
Bits of love and hope inked on bright strips of paper
float lazily down among the pregnant crowds in the streets.
Watching from the rooftop where I stand throwing my
colorful slips like confetti, joy blossoms in my breast
and my little happy birds glide on an invisible breeze down
to the thickening crowd come to protest the latest righteous atrocities.
Words have power and so I keep tossing mine into the air
letting the wind scatter them to those that need them.
The papers cartwheel and play in the sun as I watch and wait
for fingers to reach up and grab them but the people’s voices
are drowned out as one by one the guns begin their
pop-pop-popping and women scream and children cry
and men run away, or to their deaths…
and my little bits of love are shredded by bullets
and left to lie in blood-spattered hands.