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Jul 11, 2016 - Kathy Dwyer

by Laura Martin

The reality is that I too have

Authored your pain.

I laid a blank piece of paper down

When you needed me to respond.

I chose the shortcut.

I learned complicity,

Learned to move quietly in my privilege,

Learned to let the doors open for me

Before walked inside.

I inherited fear

And did not unlearn it.

In fight or flight, I flew.

I confess all this.

And I commit to hearing...

Jul 09, 2016 - Kathy Dwyer

“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”

These are words from my childhood. I grew up in a happy home in which I knew I was loved, had everything I needed, and where voices were rarely raised. From the time I could first talk, I was taught to be polite, and to keep my emotions in check. I learned to choose my words carefully. I learned optimism. I learned that if I was responsible, hard-working, followed the rules, and was always cordial and polite, I...

Mar 25, 2016 - Kathy Dwyer

Beloved, don’t you know that

It has not stopped---

The people dying on crosses today?

Crosses constructed of paper money,

Young bodies made slick

And sold to the highest bidder

Countries away.

Crosses made out of misplaced fear,

The bang bang stop

Falling of her body

As she was tased to death

While in restraints.

Crosses made of power’s cocaine,

Leading those addicted to

Steal more water and...

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by Laura Martin

The reality is that I too have

Authored your pain.

I laid a blank piece of paper down

When you needed me to respond.

I chose the shortcut.

I learned complicity,

Learned to move quietly in my privilege,

Learned to let the doors open for me

Before walked inside.

I inherited fear

And did not unlearn it.

In fight or flight, I flew.

I confess all this.

And I commit to hearing

The raw stories,

To letting your vulnerability

Chafe me.