I am held by a thousand hands
Creatures dancing in moonlight
My rage, a blur
Of inky colors
Flipping fear
Pulling it out of my belly
Like a sharp string of pearls
Slipping on the bleeding
Squishing it between my toes
It will all be used
It will all be welcome
Licking the air
And tasting how the wind
Has changed
I am ancient and new
And many
Turning poison arrows
Into firewood
Into power
You cannot kill me
You cannot claim me
You cannot touch me
I am held by a thousand hands
Whispering in secret tongues
A promise of freedom
A promise of empowerment
A promise of liberation

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