Bruce’s Beach
A poem and reflection.
Published in
Sep 30, 2021
I wrote this poem and reflection while visiting Bruce’s Beach for the first time.
Stolen land is now a public green space.
Injustice is memorialized into a park.
Misdeeds are rewritten on the plaque symbolized as another version of history.
Time doesn’t force change.
Change comes slowly with time.
The moral arc bends slowly, it twists, rewinds, and turns inside out to attempt to charter a new path.
The park is a reflection of injustice.
The times aren’t different now, they’re the same.
Grasping for freedom, justice, in the name of liberty.
Liberty is a park — open air — overlooking the ocean.
Liberty met freedom with the smell of the ocean breeze.
Here I sit, on stolen land, on stolen land.
