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NOT ON MY DOORSTEPS

In memory of the Lt. Richard Collins III, stabbed to death for no reason other than being who he was.

“If you ever gave yourself permission

To imagine that this wrong can be “righted,”

I dare you to stop by the Collins’ home and

Look for the footprints of laughter wiped off the windows and walls,

The joyful air sucked out of rooms.”

Read the full poem here.

Date of Publication: 
8/24/17