We Are The Hands

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**We Are The Hands**
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This is a broadcast
not from a tower
but from the center of the chest.

A drum still beating
through centuries
that tried to rename it silence.

Black community,
family of sunrise skin and midnight memory,
we have waited long enough
for a savior
who lives in our own reflection.


Look.


No cape is coming
that is not already hanging
on our shoulders.

No voice is louder
than the one
that says
“I have your back.”

We were never designed
to survive alone.

We were built like bridges.
Like choirs.
Like circles with no sharp corners.

But somewhere
we learned distance.
Learned suspicion.
Learned to lock our doors
against each other
instead of against despair.

The old way taught us to scatter.
To compete for crumbs
while forgetting
we owned the bakery of possibility.

And that way
did not work.


So now,


we write new rules
on the inside of our ribs:

Rule one.
I see you
before I judge you.

Rule two.
Your growth
is not my threat.

Rule three.
We correct
without destroying.

Rule four.
We listen
like listening is medicine.

Rule five.
We remember
who we were
before the world told us
who to be.


Because we are not just survivors.


We are inventors of rhythm.
Architects of hope.
Carriers of future
in ordinary shoes.

We are the rescue.
We are the net.
We are the hands
reaching back
and forward
at the same time.

Wake up
not to fear
but to each other.

Because the strongest revolution
is not always loud.

Sometimes
it sounds like:

“I am here.”

“I need you.”

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“Now We rise
together.” 

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