We Dance

This poem spilled out of me a while back. Thought it was worth a re-visit:

"We Dance"

I am no racist

I do not see color

until it is

pushed

upon me

But the brown people

have to push

to catch up

How can they

not push?

I am no sexist

but I love

women especially

for their

beautiful softness

Women are behind

because they are weaker

in their arms

but not

in their hearts

I do not make fun

of the crazy,

the retarded, the lame

for I am one

of them

They speak softly

teaching freedom

from ego with

careful words

and injured eyes

Our tribe is endless

if we let it be so

in all its colors

in all its shapes

We dance

--Wynn Ponder, 2016