The Promise

I discovered this morning

  after all these years,

  that everyone is really different

  from me

 

Whether rich or poor

  black or then white,

  it goes far beneath the surface

  to see

 

When I look in their eyes

  only questions stare back,

  as I try to keep my thoughts

  to myself

 

But along with those thoughts

  comes the promise I bear,

  and its hard to stay up

  on the shelf

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)