Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Here every / flower grows ragged and sideways and always

beautiful. We bloom with the outcasts,
beautiful. We bloom with the outcasts,
beautiful. We bloom with the outcasts,
our soon-to-be sunlit, we dreamers. We are strange
our soon-to-be sunlit, we dreamers. We are strange
and unbelonging. Yes. We are just enough
and unbelonging. Yes. We are just enough
of ourselves to catch the wind in our feathers,
of ourselves to catch the wind in our feathers,
and fly so perfectly away. —Safiya Sinclair
and fly so perfectly away.
—Safiya Sinclair

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