Speak and Listen
When wounded, may we bleed in peace.
Blood as our ink
Until the poison existing on such tongues
Drips itself dry.
The tongue like water
May fortify or destroy.
Handing them our ears,
Hydrate the tongue,
sipping from the river of curiosity.
Quench the fear of the unknown,
Plunging with eyes closed.
Wet through to the bones
embodying this soul.
Drown yourself with questions.
Litening will keep you afloat.
How else did we learn to utter our first letter?
How else do we learn from one another?
Speak and listen
and listen more.
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