WASHINGTON, DC — August 14 2017: Protesters gather outside the White House to rally against white supremacy. (Photo by kellybdc/Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license)
I’m burning up
there are very few numbers left
my saviors found in every corner
satisfy only when I surrender
to surrender is an act of faith
Faith is an act of love
Trust me let’s surrender
I’m sick in two languages and yet I still remember
your eyes that one rolling November
embers of Marches of truth
the circle it will close sooner as soon as more then 1
remembers. Closing circles of division, of anti-fellowship, of hate, let’s make that our job
let’s restore the peoples long unseated from the throne lets wake up the grandmothers of old let’s play games let’s work on letting it all collapse- what will remain once the system of shock is no more? Who knows… heaven only knows —let’s dare the Gods to find a pain greater then ours— we dream the nightmares of our ancestors in languages dead to our oppressors. Dishwashers, teachers, workers, wake up, wake up, wake up.
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Carlos Rodríguez is an educator at Verbum Dei High School in Watts, CA. You can follow him @CarlosMRodrig89.
