This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kutztown chapter.
Rest in power and grip
peace as you go. An easy journey,
no, but a longing hold upon one’s life.
I can live because of your struggle
and tiring wash, rinse, repeat, and
repeat, and
repeat.
I can sigh in relief, a constant
relief, that I can know my own
grace, dignity, and mind. There’ll be less
fear to live in.
But as I watch the world burn,
golden ashes raining upon your padded wooden
prison, surrounded by generations
crying in capes
under a solemn blanket of unsettled rage,
I feel your demand upon us.
So Rest in Power and grip
peace as you go. The fight is
ours, your grit within us.