There was a period when we held hands and had our own version of prayer.
Not to mention, the way you taught me to wait and then listen
listen deeply actively..
Grew apart until we found moments had passed...had gone... tender.
l think we knew somehow together,
there could be sweetness. there was hope, there was just us......
justice is not just for us
not just for them
justice is for all
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