You could be me
You look like me
Your clothes could be mine,
Mine, yours.

Your neighborhood could be mine
The parks
The cafés
The train stations

But you are running
Checking over your shoulder
Your feet no longer sure
And you are mighty in this action

Your little ones,
Tiny hands holding yours
My heart fears for you,
Yearns for your safety.

You are mighty in your love,
In your care,
In your defiance,
In the shield you offer.

And my words, I know
Are just words, but,
If they could fly
I would arm them with iron
To build a fortress on your borders
Where safety would once again rise.
And your little ones could laugh again

Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2022-02-27 at 10:23

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I wonder about words, if they matter. Then I think of the iron in the people's voices, defiance and determination, and know they do.