Poetry
Poetry

Poetry
line: “it is our [[duty]] to fight for our freedom”
assata shakur
i imagine her skin
aging precious years in the sun
small cells full of her
she named the task before us
then tucked herself down in the dirt
across a salt sea
i struggle with obligation
run away from it, dancing
how i love my choices
often making questionable ones
just to say
this is my life, these are my moments
but when i hear her poem
whispered, spoken, sung, screamed
it touches the place of dreams
at the root of me
rearranging my life
to love, to protect, our freedom