41 lines
1.2 KiB
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41 lines
1.2 KiB
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hey girl,
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you remind me
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that i have two hearts,
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two kasingkasings whose beats sing
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for you, for me, for us, for we,
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brown girls and brown queers, who rise
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like the sun after gentle rains and eastward winds.
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hey girl,
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you remind me
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of the south plains sky,
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stretched wide over the lands,
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colonized, where we rebelliously learned
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to thrive, to live, to flourish, to give
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to all society's cast aside, all who have lived and died
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and will live again on the breath of justice.
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hey girl,
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you remind me
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that we have high hopes,
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manifested destinies and techniques
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to achieve all the dreams, at first unimaginable
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by our ancestors, by our lovers, by our oppressors, by our detractors,
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culturally rich and getting richer, immeasurable
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like the grains of rice from the eons harvested over paddies.
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hey girl,
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you remind me
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that our words are more powerful
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than any fist, any sword, any bomb, any gun—
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that our hearts beat louder than boots, drums, or speakers.
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you remind me that our spirits fight harder
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for love and for liberation, for life and for nation.
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hey girl,
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you reminded me
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to stay connected even over sea,
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to practice my meditations and see the unseen.
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you reminded me to fight
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until we are all free.
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