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(for Heather Heyer)
Flip the page,
stalk the pavement,
pay homage to resistance,
burn for tomorrow!
In the middle of sorrow,
we request a residence on the sun,
a suite where rage
has a heavenly sound,
where misery is fuel for struggle;
where a freedom fighter can
scream her encouragement
for the cause,
for liberty,
for dignity.
This poem is
Emma Goldman
shaking a radical fist!
This poem is Jimi Hendrix
playing the national anthem!
Flip the page,
stalk the pavement,
pay homage to resistance,
burn for tomorrow!
She gave her breath
to break stone,
to crack patriarchy,
to spark revolution,
to uproot racism,
to liberate justice
from an American
tomb.
She was a bomb,
a glitch in the heart of system,
an empowered wind
sweeping through
Charlottesville;
the change was loaded
on its back.
Henceforth,
hoist the flag of truth-seekers,
celebrate the living,
honor the fallen,
prepare for generations!
Flip the page,
stalk the pavement,
pay homage to resistance,
burn for tomorrow!
This is social winter!
We play blues in hostile environments,
stir the morning brew,
like Miles Davis
breathing for the people,
building temples through music—
through epic compositions.
We stomp the earth!
She stomped the earth!
Monuments are not enough!
We need policies,
changes in behaviors,
attitude adjustments,
party lines with righteous teeth!
We need freedom to stretch
out, like Cadillacs on interstates,
like firm branches from
the trees of enlightenment.
Play those riffs for restless spirits;
they live through our presence,
speak through our actions.
Flip the page,
stalk the pavement,
pay homage to resistance,
burn for tomorrow!
Some traditions are alive
with movement
and common dreams.
The aspirations of a few
bend toward foundations
of unity; we continue this narrative
to be more than circumstances,
to be more than flight,
while singing from
the ground.
Sobering intellect cuts through ages;
purple visions give birth to better
days—nothing quiets our
rowdy souls!
We sustain for us.
We sustain for her.
We say a prayer.
Rebellions begin quietly.
We loudly walk earth—
never kneeling before
empire.
Flip the page,
stalk the pavement,
pay homage to resistance,
burn for tomorrow!
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