This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kutztown chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Rest in power and grip
peace as you go. An easy journey,
no, but a longing hold upon one’s life.
I can live because of your struggle
and tiring wash, rinse, repeat, and
repeat, and
repeat.
I can sigh in relief, a constant
relief, that I can know my own
grace, dignity, and mind. There’ll be less
fear to live in.
But as I watch the world burn,
golden ashes raining upon your padded wooden
prison, surrounded by generations
crying in capes
under a solemn blanket of unsettled rage,
I feel your demand upon us.
So Rest in Power and grip
peace as you go. The fight is
ours, your grit within us.