Came to my house seeking justice for the son who was killed.
I offered a meeting with the woman who ran him over him... and a check.
Came to my country with their small children seeking safety.
I broke the promise that allowed them to dream of a future.
Trust me to protect and serve them and honor their sacred piece of paper.
I constantly betray their trust, lie to them, and seek my own gain.
Were killed protesting against oppression and white supremacy.
I would not condemn good people on both sides of the issue.
Are children terrorized by gunmen walking down the halls of their school.
I met them with a script reminding me to appear sympathetic.
Served their country while transitioning between genders.
I demonized them because I had the power to do so.
Came from the Middle East to visit families and loved ones here.
I turned their airplanes around mid-flight because I hate them.
Cross borders fleeing from poverty, oppression, and gang violence.
I shut the door to my country and erect a wall while cursing them.
Jeopardized their lives for our country, depending on us for support.
I facilitated their massacre because I tired of their plot of sand.
Others love me for:
Keeping their 401s filled,
Speaking their truth,
Giving voice to their hatred and fears,
Being their darker selves,
Mocking art and science,
Being ordained by God to be used
As the imperfect instrument of His will.
Clovice A. Lewis, Jr.
About this blog.
This blog is a place where many of the confluences of my life can be shared. I am, at the core, a creative person. I approach everything from that basis... whether composing symphonies, playing the cello, being a serial entrepreneur, writing sermons and essays, flying airplanes, or creating software apps. I am deeply passionate about creativity, issues of social justice, and spiritual enrichment. These are fundamental to everything I do. Welcome to my journey!