a
birthday deferred | celebration of rainstorms | everyone stays home
her
mind stuck on | a fearful future | promises cloudy horizons
she
has ripened | past the size of full moon | beyond bursting
apprehensive
of | birthing a premature dream | something going wrong
howl
what's in your heart | shout what's in your soul | full wolf moon is listening ♥
though
never idle | the people now stand larger | wearing their prayers
we
worry for tomorrow | instead of living | today is right now
a
mind plays tricks | when it's lived a life of lies | denial and avoidance
being
between | east and west a middle | child trying to fit
growing
up "American" | with no connection | to your ancestors |
is
like being severed | from the roots of your core
solidarity
| is not only feeling | with all your heart |
but
also lending your voice | acting on your convictions
sometimes
we are magnets | for trouble looking | for a place to land
a
round dance revolution | invite everyone | trade your guns for drums
brave
woman starving | while carpetbaggers play dumb | for diplomacy
while
people starve | the fat cats rub their stomachs | satisfied with lies
the
beasts of the world | cloaked in money's shiny things | hide their ugliness
s/he
who dies for someone | without question | is blind or a warrior
finally
awake | the long sleeping | seek out the princess to thank
memory
of a minute | ago seems like last year | fades fiercely
she
relives | a childhood that never was | being old before her time
the
grilled cheese | smiles at the tomato soup | sun melts between bread
snow
powders the streets | lakes and ponds want to freeze | over the winter
a
thaw of no consequence | temperatures soar | fools only humans
momentary
lapses | become a void | of confusion
will
she forget | everything even her name | and no one to blame
some
days your heart breaks | you cry and little one asks | are you happy now?
women
who birth new nations | come together | no hesitation
holidays
| overdone indulgences | continue to bloom
roasted
chile poblano | smokes up the kitchen | our food has memories
we
pray for the brave | who have no earthly fear | entering spirit world
you
can not get through | life without any scars | your spirit lines
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