An Ugly Pattern

George Floyd display May 2020


Sparked by distress –

A wound never mended.

The days are not tearless. Have we

Not seen

those same hot flames from nightmares of

yesteryear’s pleading cries?

Let change take root.


spreading love in the neighborhood


The recent tragedy of George Floyd’s murder and the civil unrest that followed inspired me to jot down the various thoughts whirling around in my mind. I have more to say noted on the pages in my journal. But instead, I chose to try a another new form of poetry: a butterfly cinquain. So my words are few, but the message is huge.

Then yesterday on my walk with Copper, I came across these two displays – both profound and moving in their own ways. I couldn’t walk by without taking photos, so I give credit to my compassionate neighbors for acknowledging the ongoing injustice and the senseless murder of George Floyd, and for spreading much-needed love. This heart is one of many on a sidewalk that I admire everyday, and the collection began when Covid wormed its way into our lives. Even so, spreading the Love is part of the solution in every situation that brings pain. I thought this beautiful heart was a fitting end to what I’ve tried to convey. 

My heart is still heavy, but Hope for change is not lost. 💗

Lauren Scott (c) 2020

You don’t even know me…


You avoid me and throw glares
your words hurt like a knife
There is more to you and me
than simply black and white

What are you against?
Is it my race?
My skin’s a different shade than yours,
what difference does it make?

Is it the style of my hair?
My mind is trying to guess.
Why must we stay at war,
don’t you like the way I dress?

Why should you care 
who I give my heart to?
Through this barrier, there
needs to be a break through

You don’t know me
You see only my shell
I smile and cry just like you
I’m tired of living in this hell

Our heart’s rhythm is the same
but I can’t make you understand
You turn a deaf ear while
your hate holds the upper hand

Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: Google

(I wrote this years ago, but have now revised it.
It’s sad to think the issues of discrimination
still exist, but I will continue to pray
that someday, we will all live together in peace.
If, for some reason, we don’t agree, then at least,
we can “agree to disagree” without violence.)