We’re stopping here.

We’re walking backwards
stopping at a stand
we bow to the worst of ourselves
the worst of our past
the worst of those
that already hit death
we’re becoming them
reliving their hate
clothing ourselves in their fear
we’re stopping here
and I have no explanation
as to why?

Why can’t we accept a newness
why can’t we live in a world that is ours
and why can’t we rid ourselves of generational hate?
Why can’t we
all of us
any of us
accept each other?
Why can’t we accept who is already here
help those now
and stop damning them
for specs
that may or may not
be life anyways.
Why can’t we live for this
for each other
and why can’t we congratulate
and thank each other?
Why do we always look up
thanking a clouded sky?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina