It’s up to YOU, America by Neetu

The sign is posted
on the porch
I’ve walked many times
this way before
through seasons warm and cold
but no one appears at the door.

here we stand
not one Nation under God

fragmented under
a heaving flag
weighted down
by broken parts

shredded by knives
with rusted edges
blunted, yet sharp
in grievances

She is
content to be
where she is
between earth and sky
sipping coffee at a black table
in a white-walled cafe
reading a book
but not quite in the pages

gossamer touch,
mother strokes her newborn–
feathered beginnings

Neetu Malik’s poetry is an expression of life’s rhythms and the beat of the human spirit. She draws upon diverse multicultural experiences and observations across three continents in which she has lived.