Star bright
Knock, knock
Mama, I’ve been shot
Star light
Knock, knock
Tears streaming
Mama, he’s gone
Wish I may
Knock, knock
Mama, I’ve been shot again
Wish I might
Knock, knock
My soul screams
Mama’s gone
Have my wish tonight.
Sometimes
Sometimes we make it-
Out but our roots pulls back to
Keep growing our souls
Justice Work
I used to think that resistance is the only path to justice
Then I was reminded of all those who came before me
I was reminded of all those who worked together for justice
Justice work is hard work, but justice work is work that we do together
It never has to be lonely work
And it never has to be defined by what we are resisting
Instead it can be defined by what we are working towards so that work may continue until all our battles are won 
Fall
Letting go making
Way for bare soul reflections
Seeing me again
Roots, rooted, grounded
Roots, rooted, grounded
Friends, family, community
Homecoming, staying?
Waiting for the bus…
Her choice to enter your
Car
Truck
Van
Is not my choice to enter your
Car
Truck
Van
No I will not
Like it
On my bike
No I will not
Like it
In bare feet
No I will not
Like it
In my front yard
No I will not
Like it
Walking down the street
With my child
With my friend
On my own
No I will not
Like it
Want it
Or ask for it
Her choice is not my choice
Seasons .2
circling cycling
Never quite stopping flowing
into each other’s space
River
Today I sit by the
River
Wind blowing
Children chattering at ducks
Sirens in the background
Today I sit by the
River
As friends pass
Old and new meet
Mingling with
New Understanding
Today I sit by the
River
Summer
Summer
Spending time with Friends
Who are more like family
Meeting trees that breath life
Doing some urban hiking
On bustling city streets
Knowing that those summer nights
Will see you through all of the transitions
That this season brings
Summer
I’ve written lots of poems about summer. They are never quite what I want them to be. It’s just as well, since it is such a complicated season that is often full of transitions. Last summer I treated myself to some pretty awesome trips where I got to formally meet some redwood trees and reflect on the unexpected happenings in my life that have proven interesting to say the least. Here is another poem for good measure.
Smiles that stretch across the country
Meeting laughter that boldly heals the earth
We are here
We are here in this place of hate and fear
We are here in this place where
None of us can remain silent
We are here in this place where
We all shout out that:
“You are wrong
Children belong with their parents
Your fear and your hate-
you can keep all
to yourself.
We want no part in your political games
That
Destroys families and
That
Traumatizes us all
Leaving us
Broken and shattered
Like your
Political soul that
Survives on
Fear and hate”
We are here in this place
Where your
Fear and hate
Will
Not
Win
D.S. Hollie 