Pride Month Pentecost
The Spirit is no contained, candled wisp.
My students knew this. They knew history.
One young man appraised Mahalia Jackson,
said, “Faith reminded them
they were people.”
they were people.”
Freire claimed oppressors are not free,
constrained by their definition of human.
constrained by their definition of human.
The oppressed smash the chains binding both.
Resistance is revision,
the truest mercy I know.
Resistance is revision,
the truest mercy I know.
Today, I want to write LOVE on my bricks
before I throw them, let their arc become
a different sort of rainbow. Maybe a blaze.
a different sort of rainbow. Maybe a blaze.
The Spirit knows.
Love is a riot.
Love is a riot.
4 thoughts on "Pride Month Pentecost"
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Yeeees! This poem is powerful, honest, and real. Happy Pride to all!
Short sentences and frequent pauses keep the tension ever-felt, like the ‘riot’ is just about to set off. Well-written, I enjoyed this a lot.
This poem hits all the way through then lands beautifully. Love IS a riot
Happy Pride Month! Beautifully written.