You filled me with indignation,

a disaffection for the conventions,

the institutions that bind,

that break the bruised reed,

who snuff the smouldering wick.

Come, breathe,

quiet anger rise,

lets gather and cultivate

the grounds of justice

Love stand strong

as the essential bond

between root and tree,

sun and sky

Oh we can’t grow

without your cry.

The voices of dissension

will stand up for correction

of men’s misdirection

of affection.


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  1. girlhardlyworking

    Love this!!! Bx

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