Liberate
Witness the frowns of a world turned upside down.
Honor their glares, march their stairs, and bow.
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I shall whistle a tune into the late afternoon which will summon the herd and comfort the birds. Here they are, leaning on Harriet’s North Star, working towards a future where the children’s children will be held and all is well like the inner workings of a white blood cell.
Give them hell as we raise heaven on earth; it’s your birthright to prioritize the fire, link hands then cry tears of joy. Flood the land with God’s plans. On business we stand so knock it off–away from this place to make room for her grace. Remember your pace for it is the way to facilitate the change you wish to be.
Can you hear the liberation calling? Speak to it, sing it a song that includes every wrong.
Our history deserves a release and no it does not have to be neat.
