The flowers are growing and I’m careful not to step on them.

                                                  The flowers are growing and I’m careful not to step on them and I’m shouting.

                     Everyone is shouting.

Our arms are linked, we’re holding hands, fingers are intertwined for miles. The sky is blue and so are the flowers.

                     Everyone is yelling.

We will not sit down. We will not stand back.

Faces looking towards the sun, and no one is squinting. 

 

I bend down to pet the dog. I give the flowers to him. I smile when passing by.

She bends down to pet the dog.

                    He gives the flowers to her. 

                                      Everyone smiles at each other

She gives the flowers to him. He gives the flowers to him. He gives the flowers to her.

It forms a chain,

                         it forms a heart, 

                                                and I’m standing at the crux.

This organ is made up of organs. It beats with the breath of millions.

This time in history, we will go down as the ones who roared.

                                                               The ones who didn’t stop until justice was found.

Even the birds are singing with us.

The streets open up to accommodate us, spreading wide into the horizon. 

We all side-step the flowers, and they grow in beat with our march. 

When we come together we are limitless.

There is a different world ahead.