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
Plans to create
and not destroy.
Call for a voice
no longer unheard.
Shout for a joy
the heart has yearned.