I would braid my hair,
tuck flowers behind my ears
and wear a carpet jumper,
sit on the ground
with my legs crossed
and my hands on my knees,
raising my voice for peace
and not brute force,
standing up only
to stand in the way
of those raging through
life leaving heavy footprints
on an earth that
buckles under the weight
of people
who have become numb
to consequence,
forgetting that
to tread lightly
is to tread kindly
and that that is
the most important
thing of all.
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