past horizons

First draft. I enjoy what's here, needs some fine tuning.
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Past horizons, past dreams,
we will walk, hand in hand
and see we already are free-

each breath, each breath summoning the air of our ancestors to dance with our blood, our bones.

my face, the face of a woman generations before me, who did not think I would remember.

my mother, my mother whose laugh is my laugh, whose pains are my pains, whose body gave me life.

my mother, the silver birch, the water lilly, 

my mother the ocean, the beaches of Chennai, the shores of Musqueam. 

my heart, the heart that sings with the sounds of all creation,

my heart, the heart that beats beats beats buh-beats buh-beats buh-beats for the wrongs against my sisters, my brothers of the earth. 

my skin, our skin, in the lightest and deepest hues, but all skin of the same thickness, the same fragility.

our souls, reaching for the sky but rooted in the earth,

let us walk together 

let us walk together, 

despite the harsh cold
through the scorching heat 

the hatred

the bloodshed 

the gut wrenching pain, 

let us walk this earth together, and we'll see we are free.  

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