Tread lightly
we tread lightly,
because opinions are the new materials with which we construct our glass houses.
we speak with more vulgarity, for compassion, prose, the feminine presence which once blessed our language has since been beaten down by the muscularity of an ill informed slang fearing it's own misunderstandings.
and in all respect , when confronted with our own mortality, humanity, understandings, any aspect that is a reflection of ourselves, we look not to what is being mirrored for the answer, but to the mirror itself we cast our blames and curses.
This poem is about:
My community
Our world