Why I March: Propaganda for Protest

Today I am Audre,
who is technically dead,
or at least passed away,
but somehow still sings through my mouth,
and drops poems into my head
as I follow my little sisters through the fray
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God Is Change

Take arms
winter is coming.
Make peace;
we come bearing light.
Take heed
the night is a terror.
Take heart;
we have overcome night. 

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