By Madeline Federle ‘19
My mind is circling,
The ideas have yet to be captured.
There is a vivid illusion of the beliefs,
but the experience of them is less.
I have been able to stand in shoes
that put me ahead of so many:
a frighted forgotten idea,
for change needs to become apparent.
I continously fail,
Fail to understand the struggle
with the lives that have fallen,
the tears that still glisten,
with the distance between you and I.
My pigment allows an unmoral right.
A right that is never understood,
one that should be acknowledged,
thought about to be eliminated
to allow all to start where my feet began.