Celina Adrian

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"tarana burke"

movement
feet on the ground
yet I soar
mouth is quiet
yet I roar
heart is hurt
yet I love
blows are below
yet I am above
the belt
is not felt
by thick skin

I deflect with wonder woman wrists
but it is my mind that is the real fist
I find strength
a way to dig deep
I go within
and tap in
to dimensions
high above 6 feet
no burial here
I
have
survived

I am awake now
eyes wide open now
and now
I possess
a fierce stare 
heart on the mend
balled fingers in the air
when I choose to go there
I am fearlessly aware
I am fearlessly everywhere

choosing to begin
there is never an end
when there is evolution
the revolution
starts now
because it began yesterday and the day before that and ancestors before that
and tomorrow
the revolution will not be televised
it will not
gil scott
it will
be
live

because I am alive
it starts now
when I choose to stand up
and stand tall
when I choose to rise
and refuse to fall
when I choose to fight 
and fight and fight
for my right
her right
our right
to be here
unscathed

right here
right now
it is to my scars
I take a bow,
somehow

and somehow
I am still here
I
am
still
here

and through it all
every bit of it 
I have
somehow
chosen
me too