When destined Souls Meet for the first time, A magic lull fills the atmosphere. The stars align for a brief moment, Just to pay their respects. A masterpiece this beautiful is meant To be treasured; and If done so with affectionate intent- Love can blossom. Like lilies sun kissed On the morning of a Spring Equinox, A lover’s touch can bring hope. Hope purer than innocence and Untainted with societal values. Those lucky enough to be Touched by its beauty, Have taken breaths of True serenity and Serendipity. A four letter drug, that Takes the soul on an adventure Higher than any Natural herb or ayahuasca Reality ever could. A feeling like this is precious, yet Dangerous in all the right ways; and If we took all the ways that Love can heal - I know Our world would be in a better place. There’s an art in listening to heartbeats, A subtle drumming that makes life Suddenly worth it. Tuning into its melodic symphony is Just the beginning, but Appreciating its value is What’s really important. I wonder How some can go lifetimes without Submitting to Love’s authenticity. How some would rather Search for false truths Rather than seek life’s meanings. I can only hope that someday those Tainted by enemies Will find the power to give love In order to start a Chain reaction of healing… I believe, (whatchu believe) I believe that there’s a magic lull that Fills the atmosphere When destined souls Meet for the first time. Call it fate Or what you will... but As zeniths align and hearts merge, Love is the only energy In this universe that has the Power to stop life in an instant. Only to start it back up again so that Heartbeats can be felt in unison. Like when electrons bond covalently, An instant spark Jolts throughout the membrane. Skin glowing with the warmth of Love. What is felt can't be described with words! But analogous to this sensation Is a combination of actions that Stem from the seed By which we were conceived. This force is the root of all greatness. It resides in me, and You and the Universe we consume. It’s beyond any scientific method or Calculated theorem yet, It runs through our capillaries. An entity intangible. I feel. I feel a magic lull that Permeates this empty void- Stitching severed connections, Bridging new beginnings, and Fusing two souls into one heartbeat. There’s an art in listening to heartbeats. A subtle drumming that makes life Suddenly worth it, So listen carefully... Tune in to your frequency… Feel the Love - that energy

Sometimes roses bloom early. They awaken to the sun’s rays because They are too beautiful to be hidden; and When they bloom, Their petals stretch Hugging the beauty of nature— Only found when we open up. but We learn that Opening up leads to vulnerabilities No matter how many thorns We have to warn Off predators. and Some roses learn too little too late that Controlling these vulnerabilities is a Matter of life and death. that Opening up can mean Being taken for granted By other roses And other plants And other hands… The life of a rose Rests in the hands of generations. Generations that have Picked roses for their beauty While ironically admiring their deaths… Have you ever seen a rose cry? Tears shed as each petal falls Leaving naked stems Up for interpretation. When did being beautiful Become so cruel? When did the beauty of a young woman Become her fault? When did the beauty of a young man Become his weakness? Our roses have been tricked! They have been picked so many times, by Generations before us. Our roses have grown sick. Poisoned with unnatural elements Disguised to provide nourishment. Our thorns no longer weather storms They wither in darkness. Coming to the light Is a journey made impossible For those Who forgot what the sun looks like… Blinded by the shadows that Comfort our insecurities. Stuck in a facade that Controls our lack of reasoning. Weakened by the weeds that Climb toward our trellises Stopping us from breathing freely and Accepting the beauty that life provides us. When did leaning on each other for support Turn into deliberately Pulling each other down? We have become house plants Sheltered by our surroundings Growth stunted by a lack of belonging. We are no longer wild flowers longing to Embrace life or each other. We no longer feel Love, passion, appreciation? Why do we feel anger, envy, and Unfulfillment? We rather compete with each other Than build up an army of Beautifully defined free thinkers? What happened to dancing in the rain? Did that used to wash away our troubles? What happened to shining flawlessly In the sunshine? We used to look so much happier. Before these shadows created frowns. Now Our roses are becoming discolored. No longer vibrant. Color Blinded? Just there. We no longer see Rainbows. Just double. Visions of ourselves no longer Radiate from within. They taunt us from society and Dissolve at the surface Haunting us from the outside In. Mirror images (mirror images) Just ghosts looking for a Reflection. Who knew that the thought of Beauty, The thought of Life, Would be... Would be the scariest thing Society would search for, but Would never have to go far to Find. Have you ever seen a rose cry? Tears shed as each petal falls l e a v i n g n a k e d s t e m s u p f o r i n t e r p r e t a t i o n

[Chorus] Change. We say we want Change. Funny how things need to Change. After being wrong for so long. How many more voices will say it? How many more movements will it take? How many more bodies are at stake? How many more lives will be claimed? For change? Are we going to stop blaming wombyn And anyone who has been a victim To these misogynistic, patriarchal systems? To these conditioned ways of thinking? To these traditional ways of being? To these divisive ways of seeing? Have we Forgotten that each of us is still breathing? Coerced into believing In a system that consistently mistreats? Living in a quote un quote Man’s world Is not an invitation. I’ll repeat: Is not an invitation For anyone to be Raped, assaulted, sexually violated or violent. One is one too much Enough is enough— Millions still Marching… #1 Billion and more Rising. #16 days and counting. #Me too. #Times up. How many more campaigns and hashtags Will it take us? How many of our loved ones will be hurt? How many more will be murdered? #Sayhername Say it again. Remember Her face. And remember His. Feel the presence of our Kin. Ignite from within. Movement—Keep moving What are you—Waiting for [Chorus] Are we going to continue to let Government decide what is best for us? The same representatives Whose hands are greased By big corporate lobbyists? These Men in suits red taping the Anatomies of wombyn’s bodies Like they own the right to reproduction! The epitome of toxic masculinity Portrayed by the presidency. Church and State is not separate. Just a Mass control system to keep us in our places. Too many followers and Not enough quality leaders, and an Educational system that is too stubborn to Adapt to the metrics of meters. Good-bye 2020! but We still have mass corruption, Mass consumption, mass incarceration, Hidden and overt racism, sexism, Nepotism, and classism, xenophobia, Homophobia, transphobia, All the phobias, all the isms, And “all lives matter!” Well Black Lives Matter! And It’s not only a Black and white matter When Asians and Latinx, Indigenous and New Americans, Pacific Islanders and Caribbeans, and Every other geographic region have Poured blood, sweat, and tears into a Legacy their offsprings will carry. Offsprings who are fusions and blends of Ethnicities that represent a dream that is Not quite American as it is of our Ancestors that persevere through the Fire and the rain and the Wind and the terrain to Grant us this opportunity for… [Chorus] Will we as a society hold people More accountable for their Abominable actions? Will we challenge any of the systems Operating on oppression? Enabling insidious hatred and Reoccurring microaggressions? Will we address elected officials Wishing to harm us? Highlighting violence used to remind us Survival of the fittest is the ultimate guidance Perpetuating cycles of internalized silence. Money trails lead back To the spirals that bind us. Fragile minds conveniently disguised By a nation built up on lies Hidden in plain site Wearing suits and ties Will we acknowledge The sadness, the madness? The baggage? The differences in understanding? The margins? The intersectionalities? The stereotypes, and the prejudices? The denial, the displacement, The erasing, and the blaming? The listening that needs To begin and continue taking place? How long will we wait? Will we speak to the fears Running through the veins of Our friends, our colleagues, and our Kin? Will we call out our peers? Or will we invite them in? Will we learn how to create again? Build up our imaginations like When we were kids back then? Will we instill power into future generations? End cycles that restrict our aspirations? Will we manifest healthy relationships? Will we dive deep into our own consciousness? Will we learn from our history or let it repeat? Will we move our feet and voice our peace? Are we ready to seek the lives we have been destined to reap? Are we ready for ALL OF US to be free? The world is waiting for change. We need change… We can't keep living this way. We need change… Change. Is it worth the change? Are we willing to change? Change… Will we? Will you? When? [Chorus]

Every face has a story Every heart can feel loved Every soul has a purpose Every smile can touch Every life has meaning Every struggle is proof The more I love The more I can do. May the beauty of life be Romantically intangible, so that When I look back at the legacy I have lived I will have grown with every step. I will have been curious of Every beginning and every end. I will have loved with Every ounce and every depth. May these experiences be kept like My journal; A gift. Treasured and memorable. Only to be shared by me. May Love— May Love protect me like a Handmade blanket. Warm, unique, special. Overflowing in abundance. Bringing comfort to those lucky enough To be touched by its perfection. May I see the m.a.g.i.c. in their eyes As I inspire the hope of future generations. Once, confused. As I encounter the impact I have so graciously ignited. I ask if not me, then who? Life’s too short to live in darkness. I'm letting my light shine out of this world Without borders. I am the chain reaction I want to be a part of and more Importantly, I refuse to give up! I will dance until I can no longer dance anymore. I will run until I lift off and soar. It’s the moments we share, That show we care… If only there were more. When I'm high in the sky, I hope you will think of me Wishing you well from here. I know sometimes it’s hard to see. Every journey started has meaning. Every heart is meant to keep beating. One energy moving fluidly— Wabi-Sabi. The people in my life are here for a reason. As I discover new truths, May I find a way to embrace them. May my friendships flourish and My family continue to grow. May I see the strings As they intertwine, never tangle. Moving at the same rate. Never minding time. May I find The beauty of life. I'm breathing this air As if this was my last breath. I'm embracing my journey. It could be the only physical one I have left. When I bid farewell to this chapter, May my soul finally be at rest- Becoming one with Mother Nature As I begin to ascend. Dandelion kisses are hope. Subtle and ready to grow. Each seed; a life of its own. Simply blown. Dancing in the wind, Until making a way home. Every face has a story Every heart can feel loved Every soul has a purpose Every smile can touch Every life has meaning Every struggle is proof The more we love The more we can do. May we find The beauty of life. Romantically i n t a n g i b l e. So close, though O n l y g r a s p e d W h e n f e l t.