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We are waves of people We don't accept defeat Carrying generations of their blood Etched on the palms of our hands and the soles of our feet We defy the laws of gravity, our cosmic bodies in orbit always revolving We possess a transformative skin Continuously moving, constantly evolving Current crashing, ripping through the earth Roaring tides behind us, our vicious flood fights The foundation of millennial’s - conscious, violently beautiful beings Our loud waters, impossible to ignore, amorously painting our rights The right, the will, the intense appetite Flavored by salty words with a sweet impulse for action Drowning all numbness, consuming the calm which once was Thinking like philosophers, walking like warriors, as they record our reaction Thin, musty white air trying to cover the shifting blue hues The water never stops moving the ripples inconceivably vast, Our wave leaves masterpieces of celestial proportions Our space is here now, our tomorrow will not echo the past Ours roots are planted and grown in our cities Perfectly immortalized in a valiant state of existence We are waves of people, waves of voices A digital age of collective resistance - p.m
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
We are waves of people
We are waves of people We don't accept defeat Carrying generations of their blood Etched on the palms of our hands and the soles of our feet We defy the laws of gravity, our cosmic bodies in orbit always revolving We possess a transformative skin Continuously moving, constantly evolving Current crashing, ripping through the earth Roaring tides behind us, our vicious flood fights The foundation of millennial’s - conscious, violently beautiful beings Our loud waters, impossible to ignore, amorously painting our rights The right, the will, the intense appetite Flavored by salty words with a sweet impulse for action Drowning all numbness, consuming the calm which once was Thinking like philosophers, walking like warriors, as they record our reaction Thin, musty white air trying to cover the shifting blue hues The water never stops moving the ripples inconceivably vast, Our wave leaves masterpieces of celestial proportions Our space is here now, our tomorrow will not echo the past Ours roots are planted and grown in our cities Perfectly immortalized in a valiant state of existence We are waves of people, waves of voices A digital age of collective resistance - p.m
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
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