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To All the People Still Living in Cages

I’m not in there with you
I’d never survive it
Have to stand out here, just
Talkin’ about it

But that
My brothers
I do

I say
Half a them didn’t even hurt anybody
Nobody at all
Read ma lips

I say

Let those out
Let them out again

An’ all the rest?

Find ’em a mama
Strong enough to be a mama
In a world like this one

A culture
That doesn’t call sadistic murder
Entertainment
But consensual
Love
Forbidden

Find them one moment
One moment of your mind
When you light up
Your celebration of
Freedom,
My brothers and
Sistahs

To say thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
We’re so sorry

Be
Right
There

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Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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