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| title | date |
|---|---|
| Hey Girl | 2023-05-31T12:00:00-5 |
Hey girl,
you remind me
that I have two hearts,
two kasingkasings whose beats sing
for you, for me, for us, for we,
brown girls and brown queers, who rise
like the sun after gentle rains and eastward winds.
Hey girl,
you remind me
of the south plains sky,
stretched wide over the lands,
colonized, where we rebelliously learned
to thrive, to live, to flourish, to give
to all society’s cast aside, all who have lived and died
and will live again on the breath of justice.
Hey girl,
you remind me
that we have high hopes,
manifested destinies and techniques
to achieve all the dreams, at first unimaginable
by our ancestors, by our lovers, by our oppressors, by our detractors,
culturally rich and getting richer, immeasurable
like the grains of rice from the eons harvested over paddies.
Hey girl,
you remind me
that our words are more powerful
than any fist, any sword, any bomb, any gun—
that our hearts beat louder than any boots, drums, or speakers.
You remind me that our spirits fight harder
for love and for liberation, for life and for nation.
Hey girl,
you reminded me
to stay connected even over sea,
to practice my meditations and see the unseen.
You reminded me to fight
until we are all free.
— 2023-05-xx