Tell you something about poetry
It refuses
It breaks and asks to be broken
The broken pieces form a question mark
And this is the revolutionary poem
Exclamation point
The radical belief that broken is beautiful
That breaking is essential
That revolution is built from wreckage
Exclamation comes from asking
The question is, what use do we have for time
Not measured by the rivers dancing beneath us
In us
Before us
We pray like this
Majestic
Electric
We slide, step, dip, shake every room a dance floor
Let all my skin can in, let sunshine in
Let me kiss on my loves, chosen and fought for
Come, make you a plate
Pour some out
Return and get it
This is the thing about poems
They want to live
They remind us when we forget how to love and be love
How even leaves have veins with stories to tell
And we are the stories
We are the radical and hopeful
We are the revolutionary poem
Exclamation point
You don't have to go home
But this is only the start
The good part is what comes next
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