Illiterate

Illiterate?

Being illiterate does not mean a person is not wise or resourceful.
It does not mean a person is mean or prejudiced.
 It does not mean that a person did not want to learn.

Being illiterate does not mean that person is not a decent human being.
War, poverty, famine which are usually the pushes for a person to leave a land they loved and have been a part of for generations.
To deny people a chance to live in our country because they are illiterate is really cruel. It is also hypocritical!

Our nation was built on the backs of people who were denied the right to learn and deliberately kept illiterate.
There was a whole race of people who were threatened
with death for trying to learn to read.

I am sickened  when I hear an official of this country talk about it not being right to have illiterate people come here.
I’d rather have illiterate people who are struggling to do better to come here than to have heartless people trying to keep them out.

Not metered

Power of a Group

Have you ever really seen a snowflake?

Snowflakes are:
A little piece of God’s creation
Stunningly beautiful
Intricately made
Six sided beauties
Fragile by itself

Snowflakes can be blown away by one breath
Have you ever seen one snowflake by itself stop a city?

Have you ever seen snowflakes  that stick together
Ground airplanes, stop traffic, close schools, collapse roofs,
Bring down sides of hills, and topple power lines
Coalesced into snowmen and wondrous structures

Never underestimate the power of snowflakes
sticking together and watching things change.

You Don't Own Me

You Don’t Own Me

You don’t own me, You never did own me
You didn’t own my ancestors
Just because you had guns and whips
And hound dogs that hunted and bit at their hips
But you didn’t own me.
You restricted my movements and kept me in chains
You brought me here and changed my name
You forbade me to speak in my own mother’s tongue
You held me captive at the point of a gun
But you did’t own me

You took my children and sold them away
You made me work in the heat of the day
You stripped me naked and hired me out
Exploited me sexually and tore my tongue out
But you didn’t own me.
My back bears the scars of a man who was free
You testify truth when you hung me from the tree
You could not contain me, my spirit was free
The thing you feared most
Was you didn’t own me.

God put the light  in me  you could never put out
My soul wasn’t imprisoned, and with that I had clout
I bowed my head, but did not bow my mind
The freedom I had was buried within
You could torture my body, you could cut me to my spine
But you never no never could  imprison my mind
You don’t own me, you never did own me.