Call for a voice given to me by God.
Crafted by my ancestors to bring
to me the perfect peace.
A tree deeply rooted inside of me,
guided through generations of a family.
Woven by the hands of my grandmother,
divine passion ignited by strife.
A voice that cracks open bodies
and unearths such holy things.
Shout aloud for freedom
and take wing.
Know that brown bodies
have futures.
Plans to create
and not destroy.
Call for a voice
no longer unheard.
Shout for a joy
the heart has yearned.