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Our Bodies’ Voice
by Patrick T. Randolph

We walk down Cass Street,
Our bones, blood, and flesh alive
With our ancestors

Singing in our bodies’ souls—
The deep wombs of our spirits.

We walk morning streets,
We feel the cool autumn air,
We hear the leaves sing

Like the ancestors inside
Our bodies’ small universe.

We are the results
Of our ancestors’ desire
To make wondrous love;

We are the results of their work,
The results of their passion.

While we take each step,
We hear our ancestors speak
In celebration—

They dance, they sing, and they shout—
Telling us to live Life’s birth.

For each step we take
Is a celebration of
Our ancestors' song—

Each moment we breathe, they breathe,
Each moment we live, they grow!

We walk down Cass Street,
Our bones, blood, and flesh alive
With our ancestors

Waltzing in our bodies’ song,
Rejoicing in our legs’ waltz!



 

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