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| Credit Warren F. Johnson, Photographer |
"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known." 1 Corinthians 13-12
The black eye
of the storm
is the safest place
we’re told.
I don’t know blackness
slumped in the abyss
of my white privilege
yet I see broken
everywhere,
a prism of shame
shattered
beyond words.
Marsha Owens lives and writes in Richmond, VA. Her writing has appeared in print publications, including The Huffington Post, Wild Word Anthology, The Sun, and online at TheNewVerse.News, Poets Reading the News, Rat’s Ass Review, and Rise Up Review. She is a co-editor of the poetry anthology, Lingering in the Margins.
