Never Have I Ever
Have you ever held the hand of a homeless person?
It was dirty, bruised, and scarred.
But it gripped like any other hand,
Reaching out to be acknowledged
And holding on dearly to a momentary connection.
And it felt good
To not be invisible
To not be alone!
Have you ever witnessed a hate crime?
It strikes you down, paralyzes you, and swallows you whole.
But it forces you to shed your naivety,
Arming you with a new sense of purpose:
A desire to look never again into bruised eyes
And utter the lie "it's okay."
Because it's not.
Never have I ever forgotten
That the depth and breadth of humanity are infinite,
Extending in all directions.
And never will I ever forget
That we must live through it all;
We must live for it all.