An Insatiable Hunger For A Better World
I’m hungry for justice.
I’m craving love and stimulating conversation.
People who use their voices for change.
Women who shout from rooftops or in the streets.
Making sure the world knows,
“I’m standing right here! I’m not going anywhere!”
For protest and dismantling the patriarchal system.
I’m hungry for my tribe.
My mamas whose baby daddies left them as a lioness.
We will travel and hunt in packs.
I’m hungry for hands on my skin and hot breath on my neck at 2am.
A body moving in rhythm with mine.
Lips pressed.
Hips expanding.
I crave solitude.
Please,don’t come for me.
Like a wild animal, don’t “FEED ME”.
Don’t give in to my every wish and will.
Listen, and you will hear me whisper,
“Go home, I’m not thirsty anymore.”
Hungry for artistic expression in all its many forms.
I want words and pen and ink for breakfast.
Photographs spread across the table making a visual landscape I can’t see with my naked eye.
For acceptance and belonging.
For the world to be more forgiving.
Less angry.
Less afraid.
I want to eat my sorrows and share my joy like a feast.
Overflowing challises with the batting of eyelashes
and a blush of cheek.
I want to consume ignorance.
Steal it right off their dinner plates.
Leave them barren.
Leave them hungry for knowledge.
For fact.
For. Human. Rights.
For the meaning, of true respect and equality.
And yet their mouths keep speaking.
Our ears continue hearing.
Our eyes stuffed full of crowded colors.
Obscured by manufactured headlines and woven lies.
Spun so tightly around our bordered beliefs and corralled fears.
Do you still feel?
Do you still feel the same?
Take my hand.
Feel the fight in me.
We’ve all had enough.
Seen and said so much.
Check please!
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends Rhythms and Roads
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Truths Spoken By My Holy Body
Unleash The Depth Of Your Inner Wild {A Trilogy}
Wild Is Saying: F*ck You, I Got This — This Is My Story To Tell
No One Can Capture Me, Hold Me Down Or Plant My Feet
To The Misshapen: I Love My Flaws Because This Is Who I Am
A Certain Type of Magic: A Connection Beyond Words
An Incantation For The Wild: To Those Who Stay & To Those Who Leave
