![]() To not turning our heads from a single ugly truth To taking our power all the way back to that first glacier that had to learn how to swim Hallelujah to every suffrage movement hunger strike Hallelujah to insisting they get your pronouns right Hallelujah to tact never winning our spines Love asks questions at the most inappropriate times Overturns the defense of marriage act then walks a pride parade asking when the plight of poor single mothers will ignite our hearts into action like that Love is not politeĭeadlocks our rush hour traffic with a hundred stubborn screaming bikes Insists hope lace it’s fucking boots Always calls out the misogynist, racist, homophobic joke refuses to be a welcome mat where hate wipes its feet To the capital building when a trailer of Mexican immigrants are found dead on the south Texas roadside Love insists well intentioned white people officially stop calling themselves color blind Hallelujah to the blues keeping the neighborhood awake To the activist standing in the snow outside of the circus holding a ten foot photograph of a baby elephant in chains when it’s probably some little kid’s birthday Hallelujah to making everyone uncomfortable To the terrible manners of truth To refusing to clean the blood off the plate Bend this spine into a bow I can pull across the cello of my speak upĬhews through the etiquette lease Takes down the cellphone tower after millions of people die in wars in the Congo fighting for the minerals that make our cellphones Love blows up the dam To stand up in your pew to say “is everyone here clear on how diamonds are mined?” Hallelujah to every drag queen at Stonewall who made weapons out of her stiletto shoes ![]() Is interrupting a wedding mid vow just as the congregation is about to cry Just like its never polite to bring enough life rafts They crowd the balconies where the wealthy shine their jewels I know these words are going to get me in trouble It is never polite to throw back the tear gas I believe the muzzled have every right to rip off the Bible Belt and take it to the patriarchy’s ass ![]() I believe there is such a thing as a non violent fist I believe the earth is a woman muzzled, beaten, tied to the cold slinging tracks I stopped calling myself a pacifist when I heard Gandhi told women they should not physically fight off their rapists I want the stain glass window builder to be my drinking buddy I want to drink only the punch of a million gender queer school kids taking free martial arts lessons to survive recess
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