I wish my hands had ghosts of their own, That could pass through walls Without chipping paint, That could swim through oceans Without making waves, And that could penetrate skin Without drawing blood
I would reach inside your skull, No matter how far from my bed You lie awake, And I'd pull out all the fear That collects in the Grooves of your brain And I'd drop it in the gravel, And squash it like a cigarette **** Between my thumb & pointer fingers, And once it lost its flame I'd put it back inside your Pretty head Just so you could feel how small it really is, How powerless, How easy to extinguish
Then I'd catch the rain That is constantly falling From your eyes, I'd hold it in front of your nose So you can see Its softness as It drains between My knuckles, How it nourishes the soil, How gentle it really is When it makes it to the ground
You are vibrant And you are safe
You are vibrant And you are safe
I'd dip my finger in charcoal And write that all across Your windows Until I could feel the anxiety Slow in your heart beat, Until I could feel the calm Crawling into bed with you, Cradling you to sleep
I'd trace the letters To make the words, "You are strong And nothing can hurt you" Across your chest
This may feel like a nightmare But you are a dream And you are made of so much more
My hands don't have ghosts,
But if there are live wires That pump energy From every heart to every other, I hope you, Each of you, Who see your life Being drained of its Beauty by the ****** hands Of hate and bigotry Feel the weight of all the love I'm sending you
Even through all the cruelty That overwhelms you, I hope you feel the weight of all the love I'm sending you,
And I hope you know No matter what That you are poetry You are art You are power And you won't Crumble And you won't Fade away
I hope you feel the weight Of all the blooming Flowers who look up to you To keep your cleansing light In a polluted sky