(for all the young black men who died by gun violence.)
The Confession
My days are everyday realities
I spent them wondering about tomorrow
I am genuinely a dreamer
I see both night & day
Both times are given to be living until I am aged
I hope for a future & another day
I embraced the sunshine
The light I see is Life
I stood among the elements—
nature’s given moments in time
I marveled at its beauty
I accept this as certainty
I believed as faith asked/& sometimes/
I fall into skepticism
Yes/ it’s true/ I am a mortal/
& The Creator I am not
So/ I live this day!
by Winston Nugent
