Revolutionary Love

Movements are rooted in love,
Are guided by the requests of praying mothers, united by the melody
In our African roots.
We are living proof of the power of the village,
Of the collective voice that speaks healing into our open wounds.
Wounds left by generational trauma, passed down pain,  and denial of the slaves as human beings
Our narratives , when validated, are freeing.  
I serve he who is all seeing and knowing a
seed does not become a tree without the dirt needed to create an environment for growth.
Struggle shapes my character. It in the base of my resolve to do better, to be better.
I am the fruit,
 A product from those trees strong enough to withstand the storms.
I am royal,
which is why my roses have thorns- 
To protect the beauty of my people,
 To keep the playing field equal
Our strength comes from our struggle.
We are a resilient people, whom God took the time to paint and add extra clay to protect us from the rays of the sunlight.
We are diamond.
That reflects the light of creator, The prism that shapes visions.
​We are more powerful than we see.  
To God be the glory
I dream of the possibilities. I pray for the opportunities for us
To find our lights and let them shine.
 We are children of the divine.
Who are being polished and buffed by life
Which is rough as coal. 
But it is through our example that we invoke change.
It is through our words that we add meaning to our names.
We cannot stay the same.
We must learn, and grow, and do.
Collectively.
From Black twitter, to Black Wall Street, to the Congressional Black Caucus,
We Matter.
Individual atoms pressed together under pressure and fused with friction,
Create an immovable solid.
We are each other’s foundation
And we cannot progress without you. 


Poem by K. Kylila Bullard  ​Copyright 2015 Poetic Change
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