I want to know what the blood knows
Where the blood flows
To the rivers of ancestry
To the falls of motherhood
The lakes of brotherhood
I want to know my sisters blood
Is mine of hers and hers of mine
Can I taste the salt on mountains
Can I be the birth of a land
Can I be the love that procreates foundation
Could I be the folded hands
Can I be the peace sign
Can I be the replica of greater history?
Can I make a better story Can I be the blood of sanctity
Can I Try Can I do that
Can I just be?
