Our past is pressing up against us

our hearts are off beat

and if we took just a moment to tune into the sound of our breath

we’d be able to hear our divinity

pulsing up our feet through the concrete streets of our cities

and we would remember

that we be stars brilliant suns that shine at high noon

earth shattering revelations eclipsed on the edge of new moons

but we give up too soon

leave our dreams dead and deferred on the side of a road

and forget that while our bodies may have been property

our souls could never be sold

that’s why we’re the greatest story ever told

— Remember by Mayda del Valle

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