Make Room

-------Make Room-------

Belonging 

does not come 

by occupation.

So please, 

white men, 

let go our claim 

upon this land

For there is no 

amount of power

that will heal the void 

of which we carry.

Only love 

can do 

that.

Let go, my brother,

and keep 

letting 

go

Until that song

the Earth is singing

has room enough

to move through you.

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When I Listen

-------When I Listen-------

When I listen 

I can hear 

Through honeybee's and blossoms

A liberation song up-

rising.

Can you hear it?

The wild roses 

are blooming.

And in every one an affirmation

To the light

and of the music

That each of us behold.

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Dandelion

-------Dandelion-------

There is 

a lot to learn 

in this moment

From those 

who some 

call weeds.

Like the settler

who names another

invader.

And 

the 

dandelion

Who

with the utmost 

humility

Quietly defies

the hubris

of the plowman,

Repairing 

with tap roots

the hardened ground

And sharing 

in abundance

their nectar,

their pollen 

and seeds

with the world.

Pay attention

to them,

Young Blood,

And how 

they not only 

survive

But thrive

through moments 

of change.

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Imagine

-------Imagine-------

Like a forest

restored

by fire

May we

rise up

into the light

That every crack

in the empire

has made

And imagine

that each 

our dreams,

Our curiosities

and

wonder

To 

be 

the trees

Who breath

new life

into the world.

For abolition

is not 

destruction

But

a making

of room

For that forest

within everyone

to thrive.

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No More

-------No More-------

A knee

pressed

into 

the neck

Breathless

left

without 

defense

That most precious

and human

and sacred 

breath

A mother 

without

her child

left.

Taken by those

who claim

to be

Gods

themselves

but who fail to see

The void behind

that their presence 

leaves.

A knee 

pressed

into 

the neck.

A mother

without 

her child

left.

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