Sticks and Stones
In fourth grade my family
moved to a new suburb
and I was eager to make friends
with all the kids on my Block.
Upon introducing myself
one boy accosted me with choice words
of racially oriented slurs
I had hitherto been unfamiliar with.
The great irony is that the memory of this event
came to me while contemplating
how all communication is ultimately as non-graspable
as a mantra that is comprised of light
or like R2D2’s holo-projection of Princess Leia
in Star Wars: a New Hope.
Let us conclude
with a simple
call to action
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