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No Nation

9/8/2018

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7/17/18

I pledge allegiance to no nation
Not to this flag
Nor the 50 states it claims 
To hold together
I am from that place
Where the sky meets the Earth 
No man's land 
Simply put I am 
DIRTY 
Ash and mineral 
Each particle 
Peaced together 
I am the grain 
And the mountain
Towering
Babbling
All the way home
Ase
Aho 
Hola 
Aloha
Hello 
Simply I say hello
With no nation to hold me
And no flag to mold me 
Island on Black
Moored to exile 
And the shifting port 
Of understanding
I do not believe in these borders 
I do not believe in unjust law 
I do not believe in this government
Life grabs me by the heart 
Demanding my attention
Inviting me to once again 
Feel this connection 
Like little girl again
Make world pretty again 
Set to forgetting the hate 
That penetrates deeper
Than a John 
Searching the streets 
For fallen stars...
Who am I?
Who are you to be asking?
Careful of the answers 
That allude to illusion 
Island on a version of me 
That reflects life
No matter my status 
Or if my papers are in order
No romanticzing insane
If you let go 
And love does not 
Greet you in your soul 
You might not have 
Really let go
Consider the position 
Of a world in extradition
Called home to Mother & Father 
To explain itself 
Pull a habeus corpus
On your heart 
Call the body of you home 
Hold trial 
And ask each ventricle
Who have you been serving?
Whose will reigns inside of you?
Because no nation can hold you
No flag can mold you
And in the end
No color could define you
Be still and listen 
Whisper me
Inhale and exhale me
Until the breathing is enough 
Mirror the mirage and
Envision 
A beautiful scene 
Of thirst quenched 
And sorrows soothed
We demand for the people
Equal access to inspiration 
A fluidity of motion 
That cultivates the will
To dance 
We demand for the people 
Food for stomach and thought
What is of the hand
Will be done 
Rest & Rise 
To regenerate 
Shift into the shape of life 
And slip across 
The border of knowing 
Into an audible silence 
Journey
into the undone space of you
Reflect & refract 
Be
With me 
In the rounded edge 
Of this Love
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