Poetry

few words

 

but listen

to their voices

their words,

the cries for liberation,

humanity,

silenced,

ignored, chastised

by the rich and powerful,

by western elites [read: white]

in bed

with racial capitalism,

with occupation, colonialism,

with genocide

 

for they want to quiet us,

exhaust us,

run us down,

keep us busy with survival,

and yet,

we will not yield,

we hold eachother up,

give eachother words,

feed each others’ souls

hearts

minds

bodies

 

I am unmoved

by my

words,

the attempt to form,

both by my hand

and on my lips,

words, words

bland, void, empty,

alone, when hidden,

singular,

now, I am tired, and

 

and

I am digging in,

down deep,

into us, now

I am finding sustenance,

together.

I am imagining it is possible,

it is possible,

it is possible.

I am continuing,

We are continuing.

 

Ceasefire now

Ceasefire now

Ceasefire now

End the occupation

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