Ascension
Samora Pinderhughes
We who feel lava in our eyes and hearts
Find it hard not to shake or scream
The cool that we have learned melts quickly
Receding into the false air that kills us to breathe
In lost languages of love
With eyes dim and souls open
We pray freedom and truth
Hear my cry oh lord - for America sins
As if she knows not what she does
Send us word in the trees and the birds
For they stand toughest to the wind
And touch closest to the sky
Let us find strength in the charge of our blood and the chill of our skin
We stand on broken glass with bloody feet
Ready to run
Revolt
With hot hearts of courage, tired of confusion
Give our thoughts wings
Wrap us tight in rings of resistance -
And let us fly