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When we all hold hands and peacefully sing kumbaya, it's not real. it doesn't heal our open wounds it doesn't fix our broken pieces. it allows us to glue instead of repair. to ignore the ugly. We are beautiful only When we walk as a pack like wolves chest held out, heads held high. When we lock arms and march en masse. inviting people of any race,sexuality or social class. chanting,”all are welcome love is fair’ We are safe when the laughter rises up and the gunshots die down. when we heal as one and mentally expand in unison. Oakland is safe only when we unite. when we fall down but get back up. when we put band aids to our wounds. When we take our broken parts to the shop, we are strong. it makes our waters run more smoothly and our hearts more understanding. We are safe only when we allow ourselves to be beautiful when we take every step together when all are welcome, love is fair.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
Love is Fair
When we all hold hands and peacefully sing kumbaya, it's not real. it doesn't heal our open wounds it doesn't fix our broken pieces. it allows us to glue instead of repair. to ignore the ugly. We are beautiful only When we walk as a pack like wolves chest held out, heads held high. When we lock arms and march en masse. inviting people of any race,sexuality or social class. chanting,”all are welcome love is fair’ We are safe when the laughter rises up and the gunshots die down. when we heal as one and mentally expand in unison. Oakland is safe only when we unite. when we fall down but get back up. when we put band aids to our wounds. When we take our broken parts to the shop, we are strong. it makes our waters run more smoothly and our hearts more understanding. We are safe only when we allow ourselves to be beautiful when we take every step together when all are welcome, love is fair.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
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