Spare Change
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Change, it's like the rattling metals in my wallet.
It jingles in my pocket.
Always there
Found on the corner of streets
And in between cushion seats
Waiting
Sometimes thrown away
And missed
Kept for safe keeping for when we think we really need it.
Change. It’s coming forth like a wind
Around in a circle, so does the tide pull in
Up to the shores, it kisses my toes
It leaves and comes back
A never ending courtship
Change, is what we hope for
And what we tell others to believe in
But Change is always happening
It does not require a slogan, it does not need posters
Like you're waiting to be drafted
But change, turns more into chains
When were bounded by the rules
Of those whose pockets are full
Used to corrupt
And gain way
Less about changing
And more about
Cha-ching ching
And I see big men and woman
Big purses and hair
And big eyes for aspiration
They want change to happen
Institutionalized change from
Organic belief and natral causation
To calculated wins
And plotted points, waiting
For the right kind of change to happen.
But we are the change
Every touch, finger human blessed soul
We are the change
Not built or produced by labels and machines
We are the change
That we see everyday
In the opening of curtains
The sundresses and leaves from green to orange
We are the change
Not the little things left in it
Tip jars and others benefit
We are the change that can bring
A world of peace
Or equity
Blue skies and warm smiles
Intertwined fingers
And oppressions release
You wonder how to get there
How to live it
How to dream,
And relinquish unfitted rage
All you need to realize
Is you and I
We're way more
Than just spare change.