the day the revolution came

 

you were born once
in a womb to a mother
to a father a fine lineage
when you finally settled inside their skin
you were born again
the day the revolution came

you absorbed the world became
a radiant sunrise sponge
you lived like the power of three minute visions
breathed through a garden
then one day the revolution came

you were pollen and the wind
that flew it you were a horizon
and the earth that moved it
you were black diamond you were
the heat that forged it
until the day the revolution came

you were a seer unrefined upon infinity
a fate that needed no telling
you were a spirit of unknown unashamed miracles
you were freedom of the arms
and legs and smiles
until the day the revolution came

and then you wanted to return
back to before the conception of hate
but it was too late
but it is never too late
only the matter of the price to be paid