Summer in Berkeley ‘92

Hot
Riot
Not
Wearing clothes
Coeds protest in the streets
Sandals on their feet
backpacks o’er their cheeks
They bare all

Hot
Riot
Not
What I was taught
Ceremony, Patriarchy
Strict Religiosity
Stay in line
March in time
Isn’t it an honor
To be a man’s daughter
To be a man’s mother
To be a wife

Hot
Riot
Not
The life I thought
Fathers can’t be gay
Gay you say?
Stay away
All the gays
They have AIDS
Don’t you know?

Find
Time
Disillusionment of mind
New teen eyes see
Atheists
Women’s breasts
Con men
White skin
Internet cafes
Where people far away
Communicate through one green line
This is future

Find
Time
As my reality unwinds
Telegraph
On the hill
Life lessons
What a thrill
To be alive
at such a time
Humanity
turns on a dime
Turn into something new
Something inside of you
You’re just a kid

Hot
Riot
Not
My given lot
This is not my fight to fight
His skin is black and mine is white
Which means he’s wrong and I am right

But

What if not.

What if not to all I know, the way to go on straight and narrow,
What if families aren’t forever, but they die like all else,
What if we aren’t chosen ones
What if there isn’t a Son, Who told us choose the right way
but I think the way is wider than they say to run to stand in place still searching for the way but now I’m loosing my religion in every breath I take because I’m not alone in loneliness but I’m just not believing though the way ahead is dark

Every day
One day
No day
Today
I’ll stay and
Learn
Some
More

Originally published at http://runninginshadows.wordpress.com on April 25, 2020.

Writer, educator, mom, coffee lover. I write memoir and creative nonfiction about psychology and mental health. Twitter @running_shadows IG @s_annewriter