Diaspora Breathing — Diaspora Dreaming
We love so hard — we reach much higher,
reflect the stars — we light the fires.
We breathe, we breathe,
build nations on rhythm — a remedy,
we dream, we dream.
The ink in our pens — won’t run dry,
the rivers within — flow day and night,
when it all pours out — we satisfy,
a happening — not once upon a time.
The Universe whispers — and calls our names,
we dance on dust —…