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Our Blood, Skin and Bones By Ms. AKA
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| Everyday we are picking up Our weapons our words Everyday the army of the discontented swells Everyday the death and suffering of our humanity Breaks~takes another heart Yet we wounded rise to fight for another day Cause there’s gotta be space in this world for dignity, for hope, for freedom from violence Space to stop the flow of wealth that is being bled from our blood, skin and bones Cause there’s gotta be space in this world for polar bears, craw-dads and fish Pandas, sea urchins and ferns Cause some of us will only be choked and silenced by money for so long Before we fight to breathe, spitting out the poison of something we have been killing each other over Cause some of us will spit in the face of a man who demands our submission Cause some of us are willing to die fighting a system that demands the sacrifice of our souls, our seas our skies Rather than stand by as all that we dream of, know as sacred, and love is destroyed, slowly put to death in the name of maintaining someone else’s privilege, power, military…car. Some of us dare to live big, speak big, fight big fights in the hope that One day we all can Each be deities Treated with respect, worshiped for our existence, for thinking divine thoughts, for loving divinely, for creating sacredness in each step, for recognizing we live in a divine world. |