The kids won’t know what
the police sirens sound like.
they will live to see the mountains
flourish and grow taller
the Wind will forgive us and
plant seeds in the cracks of
our cell walls
the kids won’t know what
the police sirens sound like
when they cry, we will greet them with
hugs we desperately needed
humans in arms
holding with care. We will ask,
what do you need?
And no one will be there to respond with more violence
No one is punished. There,
the kids will live
the Wind will be forgiving
the kids will be alive and
We are still living
the kids won’t know
what the police sirens sound like
but we will keep an ear out for them,
just in case,
and only the
forgiving Wind
will respond
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free is a proud native of Newark, NJ, a Haitian-American, student of abolition and a poet at heart. free is passionate about uncovering their own personal movement towards embodiment and liberation within their Black body, as well as supporting movements within Black communities. free is a resting being who occasionally believes in their own magic, and the magic within everyone around them. When they are not imagining fantastical futures with friends, free enjoys napping and losing at game nights.
