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I’m afraid to die.

So I build up walls,

Walls from her

From him

From them

From me.

Rough around the edges

But neat as the systematic list of countries in my dictionary.

Categorical, and bound by

The boundaries I was taught,

Yet, we never learned that rivers won’t anticipate dams,

And damned is the man

Who forgets what it’s like to flow

In this kayak we call a body

In the boundless ocean we call humanity.

If love were stones by a lake

I’d, toss them in

Until the waves rippled

Like stadium antics

Into the soul,

The soul you can’t define

Can’t explain or taxonimize

Like democrats and republicans

Color coded laundry

Extremist philosophy.

They wana take this precious gold we call soul,

But nah!

Can’t touch this

Like hammer time

Or a westbrook spin move.

Our lives are like olympic swimmers

 These caterpillar days

Turn into butterfly strokes

Like the strokes that 

Result in hyphenated americans…

 

Through the concrete grows a rose

And through the pain we have risen

Like jesus from the grave

Or the sun through the horizon

Because there’s nothing we can’t break through

Not even walls

Especially not walls.