We are downtown, we made it.
This is it, like a
Mouthful of flowers.
in a bright new year,
Where will we land?
Engine motors and gears
Wood and metal, water and fire,
How do you sing your song?
Listen to our rebellion.
It is truth spilling like blood.
We are made of wood and metal
Cables inside our heads
Mouths full of flowers.
This is our revolution.
This is our song.
We have cables inside our heads
like the night train
going north, south, east, west.
If we can come together
we can clear the smoke
and put in air conditioning.
This world belongs to no one…
We can rise from the ashes
Trickle down, different, not dangerous—free fall.
Nothing comes between us, not even
love or brilliant blue, scarlet red trumpets.
The path is easy and wide.
Rally to the light.
We are owls.
We need one another
recycling our emotions.
Don’t skim the surface
Crack open the poem
under our skin.
Let us speak truth like wolves
wild, unkempt, loud and free.
We’re telling our story—do you remember fire?
The swimming sun shining on the salty sea,
The joy dripping off our tongues.
The damage done caused
our liquid happiness.
Night turning to day
Let’s focus on the present
Open up our souls so we can rest in heaven.
A crowd of individuals, nowhere for me to go.
Is there a way out or are we in a dark alley?
Who knows how it feels to get a kiss of rain?
Talking to strangers can leave your brain on fire.
Who can organize your shoes better than me!
Clouds of haze go round and round
Calm like the morning is a walk to the ends of the earth.
By Zhamere, Hector, Brianna, Darniece, Jared, Chesney, Leafollia , Charlie, and Marcia
Originally posted on 12/8/08.
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This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.