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Ode To Revolutionaries, Protectors, and Movements

Some people mistake being embraced
For being erased
See the roots of the confusion
We make snap judgements
Have short attention spans
Trust too much of what we hear
Don't do enough research
Fear the unknown
Disrespect the scholars
Sometimes ignorance
And misunderstanding hurts
Love and understanding heal
Scratch the surface
Say and see how life feels
From other perspectives
Be reflective
Go halfway
Reach out your hand
Serve in ways that bring
New light and life 
Into the human condition
Let the love of your life go
If she's not happy
Let it be
Everything that's mine
Comes back to me
Often from a different direction
Show love to those who need it
We all bleed
We all fight or flee
whatever it calls for to survive
We all want to thrive
Deadbeats and Welfare Queens
Are at most rare
At least fiction
What's this verse about
And where is it going
It's about knowing
Thoughts flowing like a waterfall
Mind quick out the stall
Fast off the block
Agile to adapt
If you feel me
Let me hear your hands clap
Let your fingers snap
Or just say Word!
Come see about me
Forget what you heard
From somebody else
What we speak into life
Is the next hand we're dealt


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