More migrant than citizen:.

"resist the artificial division of our deaths 

held together by a common thread of 

concerned, self-determined, reliant 

respect 

the body is a ballroom of grief and despair 

we the life 

we the chosen 

we the freed migrant rebel workers 

we the word workers 

we the shoeless and standing tall 

we the houseless and housing parks 

we the teachers still students 

we the farmers in the field 

we the shamans being healed 

revolution 

revolution is not a spectator sport 

silence 

is a noise too 

somewhere 

somewhere there is an incorruptible spirit 

re-remembering a time when we voted with the thoughts in our minds 

it begins with you 

it begins with you loving you enough to love me as i am you"

The devil you know:.