Johannesburg,South Africa

Black blankets in the sky
Black blankets in the air
Pulled up against our eyes and ears
It’s fabric chills,ample warmth denied

Gray words cast in the street
Gray words cast through a window
And action whispers quietly down
That pride is deadly,sin or not

Nervous laughter is not funny
Quiet laughter misses the joke
It’s medicinal strength so watered down
It will not heal the ills at hand

Gentle rain that follows us
Gentle rain that won’t wash away

The pain of change and circumstance
The fear of another imperfect day
The anger of unacceptance, or

The joy of music dancing,shared
The freedom of surrendered will and
The power these things all give us…

…To be human.