some days
the ache paints itself on my face
and i let it
the sorrow hits hard
for this city i love
for this world i love
for what we keep forgetting
cruelty has the loudest mic
these days
and kindness waits
its turn
like it always does
and it breaks me open
this knowing
that even people i share blood with
can look at the same clouds
and see threats
while i see shapes
a teacup/a bird/a woman dancing
how do i speak to them
how do we mend the space between belief
and being
how do i make sense of the senseless
i don’t know
i know less and less these days
but…
i have art
i have words
i have love
and i have this voice
so i keep showing up
soft and loud
heart first
feet on the street
because silence
may be golden
but it’s not for now
✊🏼
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