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Cookie Dough for Collective Minds
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Cookies & Cream,
but which kind?
The lives of
lawyers and poets
combine
in
one
mind;
take on a
life of their
own
and that’s
totally fine.
There’s more
weight
to our words
when they
come from
inside.
Melted
cookies &
cream
on the streets,
play that
silent music
through the
heat of
burnt pieces of
paper,
feel the beat
so it’s frozen
for the
next time;
social justice
ain’t a
courtroom’s
favourite
past-time.
Certainly not,
when it involves
inequality and
genocide.
Lord, let
My cookie dough
break
through
collective
minds,
stay frozen
like
a
new
heart,
preserved
like a
fine wine.
I know
that this
poetry
was built
for such a
telling time.
Expect me
to project myself,
time
after
hallowed
time.
“We all
bend the knee
to something
greater than
ourselves.”
“All joy
reminds.”
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