I Stand with the Dreamers (for DACA)

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I Stand with the Dreamers

I am with the Dreamers
I awaken each day to the miracle
Of a sun that still,
In the face of all this, rises,
Grows strong and golden
And blasts us with a rush of warmth
Reminding us of time’s cycles,
Of renewal, and how brief it all is.
I want to use the time wisely,
To create the love and acceptance
And justice I want all around me.
I look at the sun; it is impossible,
Regarding its striking power,
To think of Earth, or any part of it,
As mine, as belonging to me.
In this way, I, like you, might be
Utterly, completely, blessedly free,
And am appalled at how quickly
It can all fall apart.

I am a Dreamer, like you.
I do not live where I was born,
I was not born in my parents’ countries,
And their parents come from
Another place still.
Is this not, going back far enough,
The state of things for us all?
I weep for the nature of circumstances
That took my ancestors from me
Before I could know their legacy,
That today grant me movement
And wrest from others
The right to their dreams.
For what holds us here, fragile and unsure,
But the dreams we carry with us,
That bear witness to our fear and pain,
That promise of a bright tomorrow
That will keep on expanding
With every dream that dares to fill it?

We are all Dreamers
In our pursuit of the pure and true,
In our wish to know that
Our pain can be lessened,
That our hopes,
Lively, imaginative and necessary,
Live and that they matter.
I stand with the Dreamers,
In a world that can only survive
And thrive
On the breath of every last one
Of its beautiful dreams.

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The Spectre of My Freedom

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the spectre of my freedom
in the event you are not free
 
the words congealing
with nowhere to land or fall
 
empty movement on land
you cannot escape from
 
we are a people blessed
we are a people cursed
 
we are a people born
and raised of our times
 
yet still, still, we breathe
we gasp on the intake
 
we pray the air is clean
and if we discover what lives
 
there is something in this
there is our responsibility
 
to breathe more and deeper
until the body lights up
 
and there is no other choice
but to light up the rest.
 
– TT

Free Our World

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We want to say
There is no place
in the world
for the violent
words we make,
for the regarding
of one another
with suspicion,
hatred and
tarnished views.
But the truth
is that
there will always
be a place
for what we make,
and that place,
as though
like an old friend
generously listening,
will expand
and grow
and shape shift
any which way
we move and act,
like a leaf
in changing winds.
It will, because
this is all
there is,
do this vociferously,
with no hesitation
at all.
So the choice
is ours:
Let us close
our eyes,
remember that
each is as scared
as the next,
as lonely
and unsure,
that each wants
to be held,
loved, happy.
Let’s not stand
for that
which divides,
and let’s do this
with everything
we have.
Let’s breathe deep,
and from this place,
of understanding,
empathy, connection,
hope and love,
with a commitment
to everything we can
to free our space
from strife,
to never tolerate
anything less
than equality for all,
and the removal
of hatred’s
consequences
and expressions,
right now,
in this moment,
begin to make
our new world.
 
– TS

To My Sisters (After the March)

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To my sisters

who took the world

Into the palm of their hearts

 

Who took to

The streets with their

Wild and pure determination

 

Who never stopped

Listening to the moon’s cycles

As they birthed their own revolution

 

(and it is only just beginning)

 

Who march forward

With a solidarity that is

Bringing us into the future

 

Of equity and equality

For our sisters, mothers and daughters,

For our brothers, fathers and sons

 

Who will not be silenced.

Who will not be silenced.

Who will never be silenced. – TS

The Storm

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It comes like a storm
and looks like total erasure
a blur, a chaos, a tumble
of all emotions to the very limit
of our capabilities to withstand
 
But even the chaos has a purity,
the colours awash with vibrancy
and if you look long enough,
patterns emerge, and where they don’t,
there is a glory in the dissonance
 
A jazz, an essence of expression
a time for new voices to be heard,
and the longer we look, something else
reveals itself, and it was there all along,
our ability to come back home. – TS