I’m Tired

I’m Tired

Are you tired?
I know I am.

I’m tired of people.
I’m tired of people being afraid to speak to one another.
I’m tired of people not seeing one another as sisters and brothers.
I’m tired of people assuming instead of asking.
I’m tired of people.

I’m tired.
I’m tired of stereotypes.
I’m tired of inequity.
I’m tired of poverty.
I’m tired of hatred.
I’m tired.

I’m tired of the contents of one’s wallet
being more important than the contents of their soul.
I’m tired of the appearance of the body
being more important than the right to exist in peace.

I’m tired of labels.
I’m tired of divisions.
I’m tired of people declaring each other enemies
instead of finding unity and commonality.

Humanity is not a card catalogue
of perfectionistic groupthink consistency,
but a vast rainbow of infinite possibilities.

I’m tired of people denying opportunities to others
based on…
who they choose to love,
where they were born,
not speaking the same language,
how much they weigh,
how young or old they are,
what color their skin is,
what religion they adhere to,
a lack of religion,
how they dress,
if they’re homeless,
past mistakes or moral lapses….
I’m tired.

I’m tired of being sad.
I’m tired of being angry.
I’m tired of a heartbreaking world.

I’m tired of feeling powerless to stop it.
I’m tired of marching to nowhere.
I’m tired of petitions being left unread.
I’m tired of chants falling on deaf ears.
I’m tired of voter apathy and votes denied.
I’m tired of justice unfairly applied.
I’m tired of the corruption of once committed leaders.

Most of all
I’m tired of violence being committed
based on differences.

I’m tired of mass apathy in the face of untimely death.
I’m tired of mass rushes to judgment.
I’m tired of mass shootings.
I’m tired of terrorism.
I’m tired of endless war.
I’m tired of preventable tragedies.

But in most cases,
I’m only just a tired ally.

I can only imagine
how many tears that were cried
out of fear, frustration, hopelessness, and voices denied.

And yet I’ll keep marching.
I’ll keep standing.
I’ll keep signing.
I’ll keep writing.
I’ll keep chanting.
I’ll keep singing.
I’ll keep reading.
I’ll keep dreaming.
I’ll keep hugging.
I’ll keep loving.
I’ll keep praying.

Hopefully, in that,
we can all keep each other
as safe as possible
until peace comes.

Whether liberal or conservative,
we must learn to live and let live,
to love and let love,
to understand and forgive
before there is no one left alive to give.

Violence is the problem, not the answer.

Let’s all be the eyes looking out for one another,
the arms there to hold each other,
in this hurricane of hatred,
and pray that the storm passes quickly,
as we act to reform this system turned so sickly
before the next life is cut short.

D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
Diana L. Lang is Poet Laureate of Vallejo, California. She has published nine poetry books under the pen name D.L. Lang, won several awards at area county fairs, and enjoys participating in the spoken word community of Solano County.
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