Get Up, Get Tall

In the light I awaken,

in my mothers womb

in my mothers house

in my dirty hands in dirt. 


In the dark I ponder, 

in the office

in the papers filled with numbers

in my dirty hands in tears. 


In the speed of light I survive, 

in my heart

in my love called home

in my clean hands 


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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