She scraped up her knees and she cried Daddy picked her up to make it all better Mommy got the ointments and the gauze Brother got the cartoon Band-Aids Once it was this simple Some cohesive family unit White picket fence, kids 2.0 The house, the car, the job, the marriage The life Forget hunger and homelessness Poverty and burdens Those exist on some other block in some other TV life – not here. Not here. And now Now family has been redefined to include Stepbrothers and stepmothers Shirely’s with two daddies and Shawn’s with two mommies Grandmas rearing tiny tots while fathers pay child support to kids they may or may not see Families of 3 generations under one roof Marriages struggling with definitions and acceptance Children still hungry for knowledge in the classroom and food in their bellies Teens considering suicide on the playgrounds Jumping from rooftops, playing with guns While soon-to-be victims crouch behind desks and doors and movie seats We drive faster, more reckless, work harder for less Bradbury knew what 451 was really all about – about what is happening to us Now We fight over boundary lines, political party aisles, genders, orientations, religions We fight about money and sex and taxes and death We fight about life And we wonder why discontentment resides in the hearts of American folks who grew up with the dream that we are all great, we can all achieve, we can coexist we can be – happy. We are the melting pot, the melting point for change We know the way Yet the futility of being one in the system, one among many to stand out, stand up, reach out, accept, forgive and help is overwhelming Fear and disillusionment keep most silent, closed up, heads down, hands in Just one single drop in the bucket of change is all we need For one drop inspires two drops grow into a drizzle a drizzle into a storm that overflows the bucket and seeps across the land One small change at a time it’s possible There is a middle ground for us all to stand on we have overcome so much already If we arm ourselves with courage and acceptance, an open heart and an honest mind for growth and change to take hold and take effect take root We shall see it happen Revolutionize our Melting Pot of uncertainty and doubt and make changes for the betterment of all one drop at a time.
From: Vending Machine: Poetry for Change Volume III
Published by: The Poet’s Haven