One day it’ll all make sense…

One day we’ll understand why so many had to die.

One day there will be no more tears left to cry.

One day the wrong will be made right.

One day we’ll all stand together and fight.

One day the storm will pass.

One day true love will last.

One day sinners will be judged.

One day there will be no need to hold a grudge.

One day the violence will come to an end.

One day we will learn to transcend.

One day mass destruction will be a thing of the past.

One day we will sing, pray, and fast.

One day can’t come soon enough.

One day the roads won’t be so tough.

One day the fallen will rise again.

One day the victory song will begin.

One day the tears of sorrow will turn to joy.

One day the mother will be reunited with her little boy.

One day the runner will reach the end.

One day we’ll heal from deep down within.

One day will be one day since.

One day it’ll all make sense. 

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Shell of a man

A friend asked me one day, 

“Why don’t you date that guy?”

I took note of his bald head, brown skin, white teeth, and slim physique and told my friend,

“Girl, that’s a shell of a man.”

“A what?” she said.

“A shell of a man.” I said. 

“He shows us what he wants us to see. Remove those clothes and peel back those abs you’ll find a lonely heart that skips a beat. Cut away that smooth skin on his perfectly shaved head and you’ll find a tiny brain. If you rip his skin from shoulder to shoulder you find the absence of a spine. So, no thank you dear. I prefer my man to have a big heart, a head full of knowledge and a back so strong that he can take on the world with his right hand and hold me up with his left.”

“And you can tell all that just by looking at him?” remarked my friend.

“Yeah, it took some time, but I had to learn to look past the obvious in order to see the invisible.”