Our first breath of life we were sad, crying, not knowing nothing.
\nThe first touch of our mother brought us joy and comfort,
\nyoung and innocent without no thought.
\nAll we needed that time was comfort, or an escort:
\nEating was not, but breast and tits was the taste, and our touch,
\nthat was the first feeling of equality and security.<\/p>\n
Growing up sad for some was plain madness,
\nwhile being comforted by toys brought us joy.
\nWithout toys our thoughts was annoyed and we were left without equality,
\nthen sadness came strolling where the comfort for mom was needed.
\nWhere the feeling of breast and the taste of milk come in for feeding,
\nwith the touch and feelings, once again we accept equality.<\/p>\n
As we get older, that feeling will keep us searching,
\nsearching for something with a nice feeling,
\na feeling that will always remind us of that first feeling of equality.
\nBy then your taste and understanding of life has changed,
\ncause the demand for equality flashes, and the struggle begins.
\nThe search is on for a job for living, convenience, and the comfort of equality.<\/p>\n
Although in the majority we don\u2019t always find equality,
\njoy and sadness will always be in our thoughts,
\ndue to the maintenance of our life styles.
\nSome will always have and some will never have – equality.
\nThat’s one of the reasons we have wars and rumors of wars,
\ncause the cry for equality will always be in our mind.<\/p>\n
Today, we’re living in a situation where the actions of man
\nare to make sure that diversity is in every city, and equality is controlled by the minority.
\nSo joy remains with the \u2018haves\u2019 and sadness remains with the \u2018 have-nots.\u2019
\nAnd the hope for joy and equality is being covered with sadness
\nand that sadness is what covers our world.\u00a0 That causes war.
\nEquality and joy are being turned into sadness,
\nwhere madness remains our joy and our equality remains sadness.<\/p>\n
DPC is the acronym for Domnichen Poetic Circle, a \u201cLiterary Circle of Contemporary Poets, and Spoken Word Artists of Dominican birth and descent. The group endeavors to showcase the broad spectrum of Dominican talent in the area of the written and spoken word and also promotes itself as a platform for interactive conversations on posted content of the Artists, \u201cin the form of constructive critique and reactions, helpful poetry web-links and events, as well as, creative responses.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Our first breath of life we were sad, crying, not knowing nothing. The first touch of our mother brought us joy and comfort, young and innocent without no thought. All we needed that time was comfort, or an escort: Eating…","protected":false},"author":16,"featured_media":89562,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_cbd_carousel_blocks":"[]","footnotes":""},"categories":[40],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-96413","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n