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Page 21 "Reflections on the Glass"
"Two Minutes"
"Nothing is Forgotten"

Shining on the glass lies my reflection.
Not knowing what’s behind
That line drawn with the mirror;
And world beyond it.
The image is staring back at me,
The world that I cannot touch here.
The part of me that I cannot realize;
The unfinished goals and dreams
I can only fantasize about.
My unclaimed future,
Is that what’s staring back at me?
Or is it just a simple reflection on the glass;
Just a simple visualization of my life
Simplified into a two-dimensional surface.
Is the figure standing on the glass,
Is it really me?
Or is it only a mask?
Where only parts of what’s really inside
Occasionally break their way through for all to see;
Is it really me on that mirror?
Is it really me looking back?
Am I really the one:
That’s living this life,
Doing these things,
Saying these words?
Is that really me,
Or is it someone else?

"Two Minutes"
2-3-98

It’s a quiet and lonely peace;
The last few minutes of life.
Everything you worked so hard for,
There is nothing left at the end.
Because what you had,
Or what you did during life,
Doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter when you’re
Put on the table,
And you have only two minutes to live.

In memory of Karla Faye Tucker who was executed on 2-3-98.

"Nothing is Forgotten"
2-6-98

In the chain of life, the link has been broken.
In this eternal, and forever song of our hearts,
The notes have been struck; the wrongs committed.
The forgotten injuries against a child,
Against a society, against humankind.
We cannot close our eyes and be deceived.
We cannot allow the lies to be told,
And let the victims be forgotten.
We must remember; we cannot stay silent.
For silence quiets the forgotten pain.
Only a shout; a single cry with determination
That we will not fall into the darkness
And let our stories be forgotten.
We must promise to ourselves,
And to those who suffer at the hands of animals:
That we will not forget,
And we will not ignore their tears,
And we will not remain silent.
Only then, can their voices truly be heard.

Written in response to seeing the movie "Sleepers" where a group of boys were abused by the guards in a correctional institution.

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