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Last night I dreamed

ten thousand grandmothers

from the twelve hundred corners of the earth

walked out into the gap

one breath deep

between the bullet and the flesh

between the bomb and the family.

They told me we cannot wait for governments.

There are no peacekeepers boarding planes.

There are no leaders who dare to say

every life is precious, so it will have to be us.

They said we will cup our hands around each heart.

We will sing the earth’s song, the song of water,

a song so beautiful that vengeance will turn to weeping,

the mourners will embrace, and grief replace

every impulse toward harm.

Ten thousand is not enough, they said,

so, we have sent this dream, like a flock of doves

into the sleep of the world. Wake up. Put on your shoes.

You who are reading this, I am bringing bandages

and a bag of scented guavas from my trees. I think

I remember the tune. Meet me at the corner.

Let’s go.

by Aurora Levins Morales

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This poem was sent in response to this writing and the times:

Unbroken

by Rashani Rea

There is a brokenness 

out of which comes the unbroken, 

a shatteredness 

out of which blooms the unshatterable.

There is a sorrow 

beyond all grief which leads to joy 

and a fragility 

out of whose depths emerges strength.

There is a hollow space 

too vast for words 

through which we pass with each loss, 

out of whose darkness 

we are sanctioned into being.

There is a cry deeper than all sound 

whose serrated edges cut the heart 

as we break open to the place inside 

which is unbreakable and whole, 

while learning to sing. 

BY AURORA LEVINS MORALES

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