Tuesday, January 10, 2017

We Rise

A thousand small cruelties
A thousand thorns in our skin
Like arrows in a giant’s hide
Bleeding sluggish, dragging

Painful pricks

Burning

A thousand small cruelties
A thousand words over time
Breaking and beating
Stealing our breath

Slowing

Weighing

A thousand small cruelties
A thousand and one
It’s just not done

And still

And still

We rise

- Ash K. Alexander

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