I will dance and resist and dance and persist and dance. This heartbeat is louder than death.
War and tooth enameled salted lemon childhoods All colors run, none of us solid Don't look for shadow behind me I carry it within I live cycles of light and darkness
Your war drum ain't / louder than this breath.
I've read too many books to believe what I am told.
I will not dance to your war drum!
Writing must always have intention because words have power.