They are the warriors
Who step out first, and last and in the midst in battle
They are the warriors
Whose rage makes them
Beautiful
They are the warriors
Who wake up
The rest
Of the sleeping
The unaware
The flatlined hearts
They are the warriors
Who have seen defeat
Not once
But a million times
And every time
Have stood each other back up
To say
We are the warriors
Hearts burning
Voices shouting
Loud laughter ringing
This is what your voice
Is for:
To tell of the
Burning in your heart
Because politeness
Is not justice
The time for civil conversation
Was never
And now that we know
We cannot ever unknow again
They tell one another
In the ancient way
That guards self
and others
Because the language
is passed in the shifting
Winds
That only they know how to hear
Because they have learned
they must
They know
That what they battle is
As ancient as the earth being pulled from beneath them
And as long lived as
The water stolen from their
Children
They are the warriors
Exhausted, bone weary, stretched
For far too long doing the standing,
Sign bearing, feet marching, word printing,
Uncompensated teaching
Body hugging, voice leading, encouragement giving- so. long.
When no one else knew to look further than…
As the funerals and vigils for their dead and missing grew
They are the warriors
Who won’t hear of
Settling
Anymore
Of
Compromise
Anymore
Of
Conversation
Anymore
They are the warriors
Who stand in the marble halls
Who sit within the paneled rooms
Who disrupt the meals
Who march the streets
Who sign up the voters
Who exist in their skin and bones
Who stand at the cages
Of children
And say
No more
You are the warrior
I laid down my words
One by one
One after the other
and they sung
Election Day 2018
messyjoyfull 
Whoa! So powerful and so many good lines! Flatlined hearts – water stolen from their children – word printing // please submit to something!!!
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Um thank you so much – just you reading it means everything ❤️❤️❤️
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