Love is still a grassroots tactic

Let’s start a movement,
Spread love like roots
Grassing the backyard of
our Mother’s intentions weeded over by hate and put downs
Of the downtrodden.
Trampled by colonial boots
Forcing a garden cut with stones and
hemmed by picket fence
Only petunias may have space to grow.
But the blades of love shall peek through
Not enough as individuals to break ground
But in numbers a new landscape repainting the horizon that kisses the sun.
So love me baby
And let’s bury these stones into the dirt;
Maybe we can’t reach endlessly into the earth,
Those days lost to the scarring of the ground
By the laying of rocks that didn’t fit the white marbled path, so
We’ll plant our feet on their backs instead
And stand that much closer to the sun.

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