Dragons

I am calling upon my ancestors, sitting upon the tip of a razor blade.

My eyes are open.

My limbs are shaking, but they hold themselves still.

I have fire in my left hand.

I focus on my breathing, begging ancient mothers to straighten my back.

Here is where I live.

I have called upon Buddha before, for meditation

I have straightened my back and fell forward for Allah

I have bowed my head for Moses

But I dare not call on your God

I am calling upon my ancestors, sitting atop the tip of a razor blade.

My skin is brown.

My eyes are focused, but I am afraid.

I have fire in both hands.

I focus on their movement, begging ancient mothers to guide my arms.

Down there, I can see the waves of injustice pushing at us,

Us cocooned atop razor blades, afraid to move

But I have been seeing the strength of those who proceeded us

And I can stand atop the razor blade.

I have called upon my ancestors, standing atop the tip of this razor blade

My eyes are open.

My limbs are strong. Sturdy but tired.

I have fire shooting forth from my lungs, my hands.

Bring forth us dragons

The fight must begin again.  

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