Thursday, December 13, 2012

May your...

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May your scars be washed in warm milk.
        May your courage be carved on monuments.
               May your tears grow into redwoods.
                       May your rage be a fierce wind.
                              May your sex be the open sky.
                                     May your heart be a whole mountain.
                                            May your stories become the logs
                                                  That dam the flood of violence
                                                          And the silence of wood
                                                                 Become the voice of power.


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