Revolution (for her)

When we speak of revolutionWe speak of gunsGun shots and dead bodies with the word revolt in their lungsSweat dripping from pores that said stop to tear gas meant to hinder further movementWe dreamt of times where forward was the only way up...High rise and life like.I went to a 2nd home and over the past two days felt the waves crash and litter shores that had my feet buried underground.The suffocation my toes suffered at that moment was liberating to a mind that remembered a time where our hands touching the earth meant more than getting our palms dirty...We protest towards intimacy these daysAnd attack the words I love you with such disdain...Maybe because we can't march against our struggles with as much passion as Biko did before usPicking up guns like Huey commanded.Black queen you've been a panther in my eyes even before this need for resistance started...But you ignore my motions to come closer...Holding me back with 3 letter responses you're privy to the antics to harm my subconscious,An accomplice to anxietyI really just want to care for you in ways he was to careless to care aboutYou shed tears for his lack of love and I search for you to wipe them away please disclose your whereabouts.However there is silence -So I shout anarchy to the patriarchy in charge that dictates how you care about the opposite sex.And the new song to sing today is revolutionSing with me?I have the lyrics if you need anyConscious to the past I pay attention to the fake smiles given in my directionAll I hope for is honesty when you look at me...So I went home this weekend and kissed the sea for a little too long and now my lips are salty...I apologize for the absence of sweetness on my tongueSometimes I forget how young we areAnd when I do reality reminds me through the mistakes we make...I'm sorry for letting you know I like you when I was nake...We speak of revolution.