The Seven Seas   
Working on some magic (SWIM coming 2018/19)


IG: Atare.Hanna
Working on some magic (SWIM coming 2018/19)


IG: Atare.Hanna

And how ironic is it to try to trample a flower
But then it helps the soil birth ten more

And I pray you recognise that your sons have hearts too
And that you do not expect theirs to be like baskets and seep away all the hurt and pain

I'm fascinated with the beauty of the black man who cries rose petals when the world soils the earth
And bleeds jasmine when a woman is hurt
The black man who IS rose petals
And IS jasmine
But ISN'T apologetic

I have turned tides
when they told me all I could do was drown

Hatred isn't always knives and guns aimed at hearts
Sometimes it is fiery words in legislation that authorises the building of walls
And the banning of free movement
Sometimes hate disguises itself as safety and security but really it is still just hate

The wind carries what is not rooted,
So be like the trees
Your leaves may sway but you will remain

Rooms have been silent
Now they are filled with our voices
The silence is gone and our rights will be born
Conceived by the notions of our mothers
And birthed by our sisterhood and determination
Yes my sisters,
Together we will give our hopes and dreams life

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