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Hanna C S Sep 29
My eyes blink shutterclicks against the sun.
She is so bright as she paints  
A sky is so blue and the grass too green.

Today I can't swallow the weight in my chest
Today the sun is so bright
Too bright.
Hanna C S Jun 1
As outrage floods our nations
And news feeds soak in the blood,
We must move with this tide
And embrace where it takes us.

We must not drown as the cold water
Crashes upon us,
And we must rejoice in its strength,
As it washes away painted notions of equality.
Painful truths will be revealed,
Just as pain as been re-lived
and re-lived for too long.

We must lend our voices to the choir
That has been silenced for too long.
A silence brought by violence.
So now we must sing until we are heard
Because now it is our silence that allows violence,
And we must acknowledge we are in part to blame.
We must acknowledge that we swallowed
The blind-eye fed on silvered spoons,
And that we swallowed their sufferings with it.

So now it is our turn to cough up
Our mistakes and apologise,
It is our turn to choke on the pain we stomached
That wasn't ours to bury.
We must bare up the privilege we have worn for too long
Because it has been our privilege,
To breathe when others could not.

It is uncomfortable, I know,
But sometimes you must rip off a band aid
To stitch up a wound.
We will all bleed,
And there will be scars.
But it is our duty to protect our children
From future lashings and
Future lynchings.

We cannot undo the past.
We cannot undo our privilege or the pain it has caused.

But we can create a future
Where we are not brought to tears
By videos stamped on social media walls.
We can create a future
Where we are not undone
By the words scrawled across a protest board.
We can create a future
Where we a brought to tears instead,
By the history books we wrote,
And the lessons our children bring home
That tell of a time before them,
That tell our time,
When we said we wanted equality,
And that this time we meant it.
  Jun 1 Hanna C S
Black boy stripped of his innocence.
Black boy denied his right to be a kid.
Black boy labeled since birth.
Black boy criminalized.
Black boy stereotyped.
Black boy violated.
Black boy silenced.
Black boy monitored.
Black boy put into a box.
Black boy seen as a menace.
Black boy forced to grow too fast.
Black boy with his back to the world.
Black boy, you are loved
Black boy, you are a prince
Black boy, you are beautiful
Black boy, you are smart and worthy.
Black boy, go on and speak your truth.
Black boy, go on and dance.
Black boy, go on and sing.
Black boy, go on and paint.
Black boy, go on and be a kid.
George pleaded for his life
begged to breathe, requested
the continuity of his own existence
before the lynch with a knee
on the commemoration day
of many lives that have burned in vain
violent resistance on detention
a fabrication out of desperation
when all they had was the sick joy
of seeing an innocence in pain
fell silent and motionless
once and for all,
and he too, has burned in vain.

do not let that be a fact.

Eric waits, and now
George too.
In the memory of George Floyd, Eric Garner, Ahmaud Arbery and many.
  Apr 15 Hanna C S
I elbowed the universe
when I saw it flirting
with you as if I wasn’t
also capable of
sunrises and waterfalls.
These shifting continents
tried to pull you away
so with these hands of purpose
I began shifting the stars
to draft love letters
left above for all to see that
I can outworld this earth,
our sun and
the relentless seas
all asking to touch your skin
just as much as
Hanna C S Mar 27
To taste a tangerine dream
You must sit silent.
You must sit and listen
as the sun sets golden-
Pink flickers licking at the surface of the sea,
As it moves,
In time with the moon and his rising
And falling to the curve of the earth.

To see peace you must sit still.
You must feel deep and listen
To gravity's beck and call.
Watch while we twirl
And let go with the flow of it all,
Feel how slow we move
Waltzing circles round the sun.

Here you will find me -
Find us all.
If only you stop for a second,
To taste the awe of it all.
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