We ripped out so much of ourselves to be here
Praying loud with our feet buried up in the sand
Forced time to host our thorn, worn out hearts
Sitting by the fireplace on cold winter evenings
Reminding ourselves how all of this began
We are children of God, dressed in ourselves only
Our hearts, our bodies were given to us once
What we do with them, no man must interfere
But man grows curiosity out of what others do
Allergic to seeing happiness on their neighbor’s face
So they eavesdrop on our silence, unalarmed
To flesh the bones of rumors on every tongue
A lot of them asked that we pray ourselves away
Hide beneath the colors of our “innocent-quilt”
Remember us not, we remembered everything
Heartstrings pulling out to form a web of hate
We are the foods we eat but can’t pronounce
Eyes, that were promised forever
Hands that have touched the colors in the wind
Now sinking in our own hellos
Their soaps can’t wash away who we are
The rains will pour and we will remain whole
A spoonful of life, a taste that will fills their noses
Expanding colors of our emotions like rainbows
Rebel hearts, that’s what we are
Unfolding from the hate invested into our world
But like life, we will rise like the sunflowers
Stand firm on this universe like their own houses
They can’t hide anywhere, they must live within us
Proudly letting ourselves be.
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