My Spice

by B. D. Schwarz

mixed signals

about who I am
and you are
and we?
is that right?
from more places
than computers in this room
not just Moors and Christians
black beans and white rice
so much seasoning
it overpowers
the taste of my spice

All are welcome here

By B. D. Schwarz

The ones who come from far away
And them, who cross the water near
All are welcome here

Those whose families plucked them to
And them, crossing the river in fear
All are welcome here

On flights of freedom or walks through hell
Or in the beds of trucks, shedding tears
All are welcome here

Though their equality’s feigned or just
Whether the law chides them or cheers
All are welcome here