Get Up, Get Tall
In the light I awaken,
in my mothers womb
in my mothers house
in my dirty hands in dirt.
In the dark I ponder,
in the office
in the papers filled with numbers
in my dirty hands in tears.
In the speed of light I survive,
in my heart
in my love called home
in my clean hands
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world