(My first décima! I just recently stumbled upon Ronovan Writes’ challenges and immediately set myself to task. I had never learned of this form; it is empowering to discover it is typically socially conscious in nature. This was enjoyable to write, and I intend to participate weekly–creativity permitting…you know how it is. Any and all feedback welcome!)

There are good people in this place,
Though–oftentimes I am perplexed:
Complexion seems to dictate next
Whom to embrace, or to erase…

We march ahead–fail to retrace,
Each mourning–wake–since seizing breath,
From rise to sunset, cheating death–
Still madrugada terrors haunt,
And hope, like promise, dawns its taunt–
Back progress–shun its shibboleth!

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 9: “Next”

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