Lights and Windows Breaking by Shyanne Benjamin

More often than not we see eye to eye. Mostly on things that don’t matter to the world. But they matter there. In our corner, in our section, in this spot; and it’s not world peace; but it’s peace in our home and that’s enough to get us both through the night. Through the tossing, through the slicing of wrist and the jumping off cliffs. Through the bulleting of brown folks, and students, and babies. Through the turning. There is a revolution beginning, we can see it’s shadow dancing on our walls, from our window, it’ll be loud baby. It may break up all our shit. It may put our peace off kilter. It’s calling our names, and they need us. — but can we stay in bed any way. Just for today… tomorrow we can go back to being the change. Tomorrow we can go back to being the difference. Tonight can you just pluck these picket sign splinters out of my fingers with your teeth, that way you do. I’ll rub your head, and only tell you good things baby. Righting their wrongs is apparently our duty, our job, but I need a break. And I need you to give it me. I need you to drown out the backfire. I need you to remember that we are part of the same world that they are; and sometimes they stay home too baby. Sometimes, every blue moon, guns do stay in there holsters and if we pray, loud enough maybe that’ll be today.  I see it forming in your eyes, that militant storm, that mind of Martin and Malcom. I know that mouth be booming voice on street corners, “We Shall Overcome” again and again, it’s in our blood… 

Can the marching start in the morning baby? Can we take the night to honor the fact that we are not graves yet. That we have beat the odds that we live to fight another day. Because we spend every day being afraid, petrified that this skin has marked us mistake, marked us problem, marked us target: and I know you know that I’m afraid. I know that you are too. So let’s nail the door shut tonight and not pull them out till we see the sun again. Can we celebrate baby? They haven’t got us… And in the morning, if we march loud enough, maybe they never will. More often than not we see eye to eye, mostly on things that don’t matter to the world, but they matter here. We matter here.