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Grains of hope still remain Memories invade my brain When I seek peace I feel knee-deep in the System Like quick sand forcing me back to the darkness
But I won’t fall in the same mud I did before I walk on a different road Through a different door Wanting more and more change to come Like people that love me and keep me going Flowing Without me knowing
I pour my story out like water for the thirsty From gang to organic garden Now the only dirt I do Is with my bare hands and heirloom seeds My heart screams peace With each rhyme I release The wind and trees The birds and bees come together for this ritual Of earth and rebirth Making the disconnected reconnect Like war vets with their souls Becoming whole In this cold world Warmed by my daughter’s hugs My dirty Chucks
There are still grains of hope Even when your daddy is smoking dope Looking at life through a microscope
I welcome you to this show Where love floats and hearts know They can finally be safe Away from that beehive of lies Guns and knives
This space is called freedom My ego died because I couldn’t feed him I’m a newborn with a new spirit A greater mission The real me
Posted by kind permission of the poet. David Sanchez wrote this poem through his involvement with Street Poets, Inc. which has been featured in our Grateful Changemaker series. Image courtesy of Street Poets, Inc.
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