By Rita Joe
Justice seems to have many faces
It does not want to play if my skin is not the right hue,
Or correct the wrong we long for,
Action hanging off-balance
Justice is like an open field
We observe, but are afraid to approach.
We have been burned before.
Hence the broken stride
And the lingering doubt
We often hide
Justice may want to play
If we have an open smile
And offer the hand of communication
To make it worthwhile
Justice has to make me see
Hear, feel.
Then I will know the truth is like a toy
To be enjoyed or broken
shedevilkai Community Member 
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