I am but a whisper
of a much stronger breath
the gratitude spills into my blood
breath circulating always contemplating
from 2004--
sweeping amber waves of grain
are the protesters really the ones who are insane?
trial and error on American soil
American souls
that which cannot be named just screamed
and the audience somehow missed it
her voice sent shivers through the veil
fog of indifference
we wear to numb awareness of atrocities
of This reality; U.S. led sanctions kill 5,000 Iraqi Children a day
sigh, and then a gentle touch becomes real again
her flaws retracted her claws were amusing
like his imperfections
his words took on new meanings after twilight
she is exploding with a wish for
no more self serving hypocrisy
in the news, creating the blues
puts herself in others' shoes
what do their masks serve?
what do those veils deserve?
why did we do all we did in the streets
why did we march april may june into summer
we got an urban warrior checklist for 2004--
Free Mumia- check
Save the Whales- check
Love your neighbors- oops, ran out of checks
falling short and two doors downtown
shedding a serpent skin
she thinks:
stop staring at us
like if you got the chance
you would rip us open
and take everything you could possibly take
stop staring at us like we are
the embodiment of evil
like you would destroy us
if you could figure out how to
but you never will
you see
I am the spirit raging in all women
the mystery you cannot touch
caged up freedom
will not remain invisible anymore
silent to appease you
you sing her song and you spit in her face
your fear of her is understandable, commonplace
mortals at the mercy of forces greater
and feminine?
unfathomable
cognitive dissonance in your mind
and rules out
forces of nature arising of their own accord
limitless power stored
within
you have sung her song and
spit in her face
she will not try to appease you
or aim to please you
she will be free
whether or not
you can see.
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