If she bathes me in the hymns and dust
that will make me bulletproof
I will war for her battles too
love her enough to leave
when a Coltrane-Marley drumsong
bleeds war across my torso
enough to welcome her back
when her own hymns fasten her to a cross
and we love others with each other
on our breaths and feed revolution
down the throats of lovers who need more
than conviction to join their brothers
Roger Bonair-Agard, Love in a Time of Revolution is Hard Work (via ourheartsareloud) (via rockwriteon)
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