To my sisters in war
(Because sometimes that’s what it feels like) I salute you Not in the way countries do To validate their crimes soaked in honor and the blood of others I salute you the way our ancestors do I offer I notice I make room For your beauty and courage That is also dripping In a political context That tries to convince us to forget our origins Today Dancing to the djembe, Sweating freedom Heart in rhythm As I bow to the music-maker Hands out... I also bow to you Your music And the sound you make to create the revolution we have to compose daily It keeps me stomping moving flowing You all inspire me to continue manifesting dust storms from my birthplace
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AuthorTayllor Johnson currently resides in New York City where she has begun her journey into Poet. Passion. Period. In between those learning moments, she sometimes has just enough time to jot a few lines... Archives
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