GLOBALIZATION
My skin exists outside my soul
It lives in a world that judges,
It cannot hide, it cannot lie
It protects me, but disconnects me.
My skin keeps a journal of my life,
Moments detailed in dots and dashes
Rivers that run away from lashes
caves and cliffs, and knees to hips,
My tongue waving out words that fall heavy on deaf forests.
Birch bark grows in different patterns
but burn our branches and the inside is the same.
The soul of every tree has a yearning to exist as something free.
These days we all live in fear of where our seeds will have to grow,
And if theyll ask us questions, with answers we dont know,
When every day begins with rain and ends with war
How can a tree teach a seed, to seek out something more?
My bark is my skin
It keeps hatred out, and keeps my thoughts in.
It seals us up tight, like revolving doors,
We look like we're different, but mine tastes just like yours
and wrinkles like yours, and sweats in the sun.
Hiding veins that run north to south,
and pool blood into words that form in my mouth,
To attempt to express the things ive been taught.
Over hundreds of years,
Of sharing our blood and our words, and our tears...
26 languages all on one street
So much to be said, and yet nobody speaks
by:me
POWER TO THE PEACEFUL
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