Racial Thinking

What's this in my brain,

That keeps my mind in stain?
Why can't I praise my friend,
Who has my back to the end?
It's this racial cancer,
Cut it out, is the answer.

I'm free from the racial thought.

My friend free from my sinful plot.

Now color is a blessing not a curse.

Harmony can reign in the ‘verse.

Only you can stop the cancer in your brain.

Reject it, forsake it, become sane.

Fight through the shame.

So you can stop the pain.

EC Holm 2017

Home

Where is home?

I traveled so much in my life from such a young age that the concept of home has always been “over there” instead of “here.”

Home was a time and place of happiness that never was. As a child I imagined it existed, but as I grew up I came to realize that it was never true.

I saw the families of my friends and how happy they were. It's little wonder I would spend time in their houses rather than mine.

Now, I am married and have settled down for over a decade. I just realized home is here. Home is where love is.