Let’s start a movement

Let’s start a movement

Let’s start a simple movement

Relieving the burden of proof

From those who are oppressed

Relieving the burden of proof

From those who are marginalized

Relieving the burden of proof

From cultures that have been appropriated

Let’s start a powerful movement

Relieving the burden of proof

From those who experience micro aggressions

Relieving the burden of proof

From those that experience systemic racism

Relieving the burden of proof

From those that experience discrimination and prejudice

Let’s start a movement of believing those experiences by relieving the burden of proof requirement to be heard.

DeShauna Hollie

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

We are here

We are here in this place of hate and fear

We are here in this place where

None of us can remain silent

We are here in this place where

We all shout out that:

“You are wrong

Children belong with their parents

Your fear and your hate-

you can keep all

to yourself.

We want no part in your political games

That

Destroys families and

That

Traumatizes us all

Leaving us

Broken and shattered

Like your

Political soul that

Survives on

Fear and hate”

We are here in this place

Where your

Fear and hate

Will

Not

Win

Lyrical Way

Song and dance, lyrical words and moves, artistic strokes, guiding us through the hardest days and hardest nights

Life not performances, realities of the world catching up with us, moving through us, connecting us 

Because we are not meant to walk this walk alone, we are not meant to heal alone. 

Guide our feet as we embrace hands extending love, hope and forgiveness in the dignity of the lives we live

Some Days

Some days I want to stop

posting

I want to stop responding

Some days I want to pretend

that I don’t see

that I don’t know

what’s going on

But the call of

peace

the call of

justice

Is so loud

that even on ‘some days’

I cannot ignore it