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After centuries of injustice  

is that really what it took?

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A video no one will ever forget  

The whole world is shook.

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So short in the scope 

Of all the years of injustice that’s been done.

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But for 1 man,

that time proved to be too long.

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The world is finally starting to take notice 

Finally starting to see

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I’m almost afraid to begin to hope, 

Afraid to begin to believe

Did it really take  

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For them to finally feel our pain?

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We can’t let his death be in vain.

We can’t let 

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Be all of his story that is told.

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We will keep saying his name because 

His life was so much more


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We will honor him  

Stand up

demand change.

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Because of you, George Floyd,  

Our country,

our world,

will never be the same.

Words of a Butterfly

Photo by Evie S. on Unsplash

Too many of us get wrapped up in the comfort 

of the cocoon that was only meant 

to be temporary 

a place for us to digest all of the knowledge 

and experiences 

we had eaten 

those things that were meant to transform us into  

the beautiful butterflies 

we were destined to become. 

It is time for us to break free 

from our cocoons, 

unwrap and spread our wings 

and soar to new heights,  

pollinating the world 

with our talents, 

and newfound wisdom  

as we travel from destination 

to destination 

interacting with and touching the lives of others 

leaving them with 

the sweet nectar of a memory 

of time spent with us. 

No longer are we allowing our cocoons  

to keep us hidden away 

but with newfound wings 

spreading hope and joy 

throughout the world 

no longer holding back 

all that’s inside us 






We have begun to see ourselves 

and love ourselves 

the way God does. 

And slowly, 

yet confidently, 

we are gracefully growing 

into our destiny. 

Living the life 

of a beautiful butterfly. 

Michelle D. Robinson

January 29, 2018

Education in America is a Freaking Joke

Education in America is a freaking joke 

I need you to sit down and take note 

As a teacher I can explain to you firsthand 

The foolishness on which I must expand 

About the career I’ve chosen 

About what’s got me groanin’ 

Questioning the choices I’ve made 

That’s brought me to this day 

Where I have to explain 

The craziness in which I am daily forced to partake 

And I say again, 

education in America is a freaking joke 

I don’t mean to rain on or take away your hope 

I just wanted to give you some insight 

To explain to you this plight 

About a system that no longer works 

About a system plagued with anger, frustration, and hurt 

In order to so-called “compete” with other nations 

We’ve sacrificed the very essence of education 

Because it’s all a sick, twisted game 

Where teachers are always the ones left to blame 

Teachers are rated on test scores  

So now their lesson content has become a bore 

Testing is seen as the only way to understand 

The brilliance inside of a boy or girl’s head 

The kids don’t respond because they know it’s no longer about them 

The system’s not set up for them to win 

It serves to just further divide  

A nation that seems set to commit suicide 

No child left behind 

Has left most of them struggling to find 

A place where they belong, to fit in 

A place where they, too, can feel like they can win  

And what about the parents 

Why isn’t this problem apparent 

That their lack of participation 

Only adds to the devastation  

Why do they get to sit back with fingers pointed 

And not realize how much they contribute to this disjointed 

And broken system that makes no sense 

How long will this insanity persist? 

Come on America  

When will we get it right? 

When we will we stand up and fight? 

We need to make the classroom a place 

Where children have the chance to be great 

To see what makes them special and unique 

Without constant fear of a harsh and judgmental critique 

Let’s teach them the lessons and values that they really need 

Now just how to pick between answer choices A ,B ,C, and D 

Help them to discover the talents they possess 

Show them how to turn that into success 

Help them to compete with themselves 

Not just constantly compare them to someone else 

Give the teachers creative freedom 

And trust that they have enough wisdom 

To guide their students to the next level 

Without the stupid tools you use to measure 

How “effective” they are when do what they do 

And by the way, 

Why don’t you let them do what you hired them to do? 

None of us got in this to teach kids how to test 

We got into it to make our students the best 

Versions of themselves they can possibly be 

Showing them all that they can possibly achieve 

If someone would just believe 

In them and inspire them to dream 

Not just worry whether they’re a level 1, 2, or 3. 

Give teachers back the control 

Sit back and just watch what will unfold  

The knowledge that will be shared 

Kids who will know that there’s someone who cares 

Laughter and discussion, giving and taking 

Future leaders and thinkers we will be making. 

I pray that one day I will wake up from this nightmare 

Before I’ve decided that it’s more than I can bare 

Before I give up like so many before me 

Before I decide that teaching isn’t my destiny 

I’m gripping as hard as I can to this hope 

Don’t want to give up, don’t want to have to go 

No longer do I want to feel like it’s so, 

That education in America  

is just  

a freaking joke.  

Michelle D. Robinson 

December 19, 2017 


We’re here to trouble the world for the Lord 

To go against the status quo 

To challenge the things that have always been accepted 

To tend to those the world has neglected 

We can no longer be silent as those around us perish 

When we can show them His love, His mercy, and compassion 

We can no longer sit in our bubble of judgement 

Living in our circle of righteous contentment 

Not welcoming those who aren’t like us into our environment 

Looking down on the world with a sense of detachment 

That’s not what He placed us here on the earth to do 

That’s not why He changed us, made us new 

It’s not a top secret for us to keep to ourselves, hidden  

It’s not a secret society that others have to pay to get in 

No, He’s already paid the price, paid the price for us all 

No one is to be left behind, no one destined to fall 

Do you hear me? It’s time for us to take a stand! 

Shout about the One who saved every woman and man 

There are people hurting, souls that are lost 

All because we’re not sharing that He took the cost 

Of our sins on His shoulders so we could be set free 

That He’s planned good things for us as our destiny 

So don’t be afraid to share the Good News 

Be more afraid of whom we could lose 

If we don’t let them in on this great One we’ve found 

No longer passive; we must live our faith out loud 

Time for us to break out of the walls of the church building  

Time for us to start praying, loving, giving, forgiving 

Time for us to truly be the light all over this globe 

Time for us to share about our peace, our joy, our hope 

Time for us to welcome others in with open arms 

Time for us to declare war against what breaks His heart 

YOU are the church, so please don’t forget it 

And not just on Sunday; every day you’re to live it 

Let’s shake things up; let’s be the agents of change 

We can’t allow what He’s done for us to be in vain 

No longer afraid; we’re here to trouble the world 

Everywhere we go, our voices are gonna be heard 

Our message will be shared, lives transformed 

Nation after nation will learn of His great Word 

You can call us crazy, misled, even instigators 

Just know that we are proud to be His troublemakers

Michelle D. Robinson

October 22, 2019


The Brevity of Life

Oh, I’ll just do it tomorrow  

Rolls off our tongues 

So easily,  



Day in and day out 

We give in to mediocrity 


Delaying the work we know must  

Be done 

In order to gratify 

Our own 


In the moment. 

Because, of course,  

We can always do it 


Or can we? 

The crazy part is  

We don’t’ really know 

Yet we live life as if we do 

As if we have tomorrow’s tomorrow 

And the tomorrow after that  

To live out that dream that’s 

Bubbling up inside of us 

To forgive that loved one 

Who wronged us 

To try that “thing” that  

Looks like fun to us 

To take the family on that  

Desired trip… 

Go to that place… 

that we’ve been longing to see 

To just be still  

and love on those we hold dear 

To make that call 

Check up on that friend 

Write that book 

This is the list that never ends 

We say that we know that 

Tomorrow’s not promised 


We live as if it is  

As if delaying our dreams 

Will extend our lives 

Until that magical time  

When we are ready to do 

All the things 

We know we should be doing 

Right now 

We move about 

Almost blindly  

As if in a daze 

Making the same excuses 

Going through the same cycle 

Cry, whine, complain,  

Become complacent, vow to do better, 

Dream new dreams, create vision boards 

Declare the same New Year’s Resolutions.  

Wash. Rinse. Spin. 


But every now and then 

God sends us a painful reminder 

Of just how brief this life is 

That person gone too soon 



Omg, he was my age! 

She was in her prime! 

They were too young to die! 

They had so much to live for! 

Why are we always so surprised? 

We are all born to die. 

But the difference is always  

How we choose to live out that life.  

Will we embrace the life 

We have right now 

Avoid our future regrets 

Go after our dreams, 

Conquer our fears 

Love, forgive, try, and then try again 

Experience, let go of 

Embrace, enjoy 

Just do  


Or will we fall into our same  


Our same  


Our regularly scheduled program 

Because we want to believe  

We’ve convinced ourselves 

We’ll eventually get it done 

Because there will always be 


Michelle D. Robinson  

January 28, 2020