We can’t heal If we can’t Seem to listen Can’t trust Anybody False narratives Perceived truths Alternative facts Plaguing sense Block all openings All too often Pride swallows us The beast’s belly Strangely resembles Every corner’s existence Our version of events Won’t save survival Crazy how ego Clogs the ear Rolls the eye Left or right This is not A prayer to unite But call to action: Don’t shame The dark parts The mirror Sees shadows Clear as reflections Our hearts hold Bitter sips Our worst fears No mystery Why we spit Condemn Debate Retaliate A winding road Maybe needed To define the self Conflate plight With personality We won’t heal If we ignore The bones And breath World war three Is among us And is spiritual A grand reckoning Of misplaced hate An exorcism Of who Makes who Human. ~Liz Chestang ✍🏾 . . . 📸 @justinpatterson . . . . . #nationalpoetrymonth #windingpoem #poet #poetry #poetsofIG #levitate #humanityfirst #illuminate #translivesmatter #queerliberation #wordstoheal #tellyourstory #openmicnyc #bkpoets #blackpoetry #blackartmatters #gosunnygo