MENTALE DILUSION

What has happened over these past years

No one wants to face their fears crying with dry tears

Claiming biology and gender a mith

Who made up all this?

Mental delusion

Who are you fooling

What are you proving

I am who I am without any titles 

I am one man that is my community

I do not have the time or energy to be anything else

With all my inner flaws I keep them to myself  

Mental delusion

Cutting in the biological line

This is not the fight for equal rights

Who are you, are you human?

©Thomas J. Dooley 2024

CALL ME MASTER

Calling me boss 

    Does that make more of a man

Do I have a higher qualification than you?

Are you in my employ?

Why did you grant me such a status?

Are you calling me a boss

    Does that make you less of a person?

Is you three-fifth man?

Compromise with a pen in hand

Banneker letters caused him to have carpel tunnel

Why do you call me boss

    Do you need direction or can't make your own decisions

What is the purpose of a word that puts you in a lower class?

Is it a nice way to call me white trash?

My education and the status of my degree does not say that

Don't call me boss

    It sounds like your loss

That word was chosen to hide the domination of racism

It lurks within the context and tone 

If it was 400 years ago would you be calling me master.

Don't call me boss

Call me friend or call me brother

©Thomas J. Dooley 2024  

IN BELIZE

What is this, I feel? Something so different something so real

Always searching for that path for that plan

Feeling the warm air and the smell of a Caribbean sea.

I want to think of you as you think of me

I want to dream of you as you dream of me

I want to pack up my past and  pray these memories will last

Feel the innocent touch of your hand

Reminisce of the warm breeze in Belize

What is this feeling that has eluded me most of my life

Always looking for that inspiring guiding light 

Laying back to look at a clear blue sky

I want to look in your eye and see that same sky.

I want to feel that warm sun beaming around your silhouette.

I want to taste that sweet fruit and imagine it is a kiss from you.

See the night sky, the bright stars, nothing like the ones in your eyes.

Just like the night sky in Belize

Copyright © Thomas J. Dooley 2023