Feb 2018
We are well aware
of the cycle of history
the pull of the times
and their grip on our arm
but in immovable force
of endless movement
we run alongside together
differences are our lungs
in unmeasured numbers
we charge as but humanity
and with undeniable battle calls
raise the emblem of our hands
towards what we so believe
resisting the pull of silence.
of the cycle of history
the pull of the times
and their grip on our arm
but in immovable force
of endless movement
we run alongside together
differences are our lungs
in unmeasured numbers
we charge as but humanity
and with undeniable battle calls
raise the emblem of our hands
towards what we so believe
resisting the pull of silence.
The first draft of the first of three poems I've been asked to write for an intersectional feminism magazine. It seems rather backwards that I, a boy, was asked to write for a feminist publication - but I thought it would be a good opportunity to write without using my own words. The series is called "Of Our Hands".
