Non-Existent Equality

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Searching for equality around every bend, finding none worthy of speaking of. Recalcitrant hopes waylaid on a journey to nowhere, as life steps out of tune and falls upon rocky crags in outlandish events. Where is the equality in our land? Are we to fight continuously for a recognition of our futile blight and attempts to be normal in the realm of our country's democracy? If all of us have equal rights, why are we being treated differently, being put out in streets, homeless and afraid, our lives taken drastically from our grasp? As others walk by, warm and cozy, stomachs full of good food, turning an eye away from us as we sit in hopeless wonder of our existence in this world. How are we to behave, knowing we have nothing, and having our thoughts tell us from behind saddened eyes that we aren't worth the trouble of those walking past us every day. Never truly opening their eyes to see we are human, that we want companionship more than anything else. To have someone speak to us, to listen as we share our thoughts and ideas would be sublime joy, but it never happens as we sit here on the street day after day with no reprieve from the weather, no equality of life on this planet we share together.

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