ours is a long love song,
a push out into the open air,
a stare into the barrel,
a pool of grief puddling
under our single body.
a national shame
amnesia & shame again.
we are a pattern,
a percussive imperative,
a break beat.
we are live
on the airwaves,
until they close,
in the pubs
until they close,
in the schools
until they close.
we are close
to the edge of the city limits.
we are limited to the hood
until we decide we are not.
we are hundreds:
wild until we are free.
wild like amnesia
& shame,
amnesia until
we realize that it’s
crazy to keep forgetting
& we ain’t crazy
baby we are wild.
we are 1.
we are love.
~ Nate Marshall, Wild Hundreds
