Redeemed

A poem about my racism

Read on landscape on a cellphone

Redeemed:

He tried to stab me (several times)
they held a gun in me (to my stomach)
she's taking me to court (without question).
Now, I'm surrounded by people who scare me
the waves of fear toss me with fury (sometimes)
so I'm dizzy and sick to my stomach but standing. 

But sitting here I feel it fading (up into blue light)
bright colours easing all my real pain (like balm)
this conversations soaks through prejudice
and then its just our people I see (our us).
People and big food and laughter (haha)
singing and shouting our great noise
and I'm redeemed back to ture love.

ps. sorry this is a day late! on holiday!! yah.