— Amy Meier
Poor and black becomes drug addicted criminal,
young male refugee becomes terrorist recruit.
self-fulfilling prophesy becomes reality,
also called the Tinkerbell Effect for extra irony.
Yet I have heard there’s never been an audience that
sat on its cynical hands to watch poisoned Tinkerbell die.
The audience always claps, Tink is always saved, and we know why.
Have you ever seen a young child cry
just because another child was crying?
Ever caught an infectious laugh?
We are all born attached. We remain connected,
continue to hope for understanding by at least
one other person, continue to wish for happy endings.
These days, with fairy dust in short supply, Tinkerbell
weakened by that slick old trick, divide and conquer,
it’s tempting to allow our disconnect to widen the divide.
Threat or promise, if self-fulfilling prophesy comes true
because we expect it to, for my part, I promise
to find people whose understanding is so far from mine,
I hesitate to share even the same air as though it might be poisoned.
I promise to take a deep breath, open the dialogue,
keep the conversation going, rediscover
how underneath the attitudes, the insults and the rhetoric,
we are deeply and irrevocably connected each to the other.
Note: Self-fulfilling prophesy Urban Dictionary definition:Causing something to happen by believing it will come true.