Sometimes the struggle
Be so hard, be so real that
When they get it, peace
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Hiding
He has important things to say
He hides behind others voices
Imitating them so well
That he has forgotten
Just how powerful
His voice is
Brothers and Sisters
They may have had
Crap parents
But they know about
Sibling love
The kind that
Teaches you kindness
And Goodness
The kind that always
Has a place for you
They know about that
Kind of love
That does not
Let them down
And teaches them
To love and live
A life worth
Living for
They will always know
About that kind of love
Tired…the good kind
You know that tired
That you get when you come back
To who you are now
That’s what I am now
Excited but not restless
Healing all the way done
Nighttime news
Star bright
Knock, knock
Mama, I’ve been shot
Star light
Knock, knock
Tears streaming
Mama, he’s gone
Wish I may
Knock, knock
Mama, I’ve been shot again
Wish I might
Knock, knock
My soul screams
Mama’s gone
Have my wish tonight.
Justice Work
I used to think that resistance is the only path to justice
Then I was reminded of all those who came before me
I was reminded of all those who worked together for justice
Justice work is hard work, but justice work is work that we do together
It never has to be lonely work
And it never has to be defined by what we are resisting
Instead it can be defined by what we are working towards so that work may continue until all our battles are won 
Waiting for the bus…
Her choice to enter your
Car
Truck
Van
Is not my choice to enter your
Car
Truck
Van
No I will not
Like it
On my bike
No I will not
Like it
In bare feet
No I will not
Like it
In my front yard
No I will not
Like it
Walking down the street
With my child
With my friend
On my own
No I will not
Like it
Want it
Or ask for it
Her choice is not my choice
