Thank you
To the air in my lungs for allowing me to shout
Thank you
To the creator for forgiveness that I didn’t catch her name to shout it.
Thank you
To my ancestors for watching and letting me know you see me.
Thank you
To the wind for reminding me of Dan O. and his legacy.
Thank you
To the cities that have let me sleep on their streets when I was tired
Thank you
To the people who fed me when I was hungry
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
To my feet for the ability to walk through my neighborhood
Thank you
to my eyes for helping me understand beauty
Thank you
to the rain because it is life here.
Thank you
to the failures for teaching us lessons we needed to learn to grow
Thank you
to those who have hurt me for revealing my resilience.
Thank you
To the air in my lungs again.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you
to the warriors fighting every day on unseen battlefields for your inspiration
Thank you
to the healers for balance and perspective I could never gain myself
Thank you
To the pain because the cracks in my heart allow more light in
Thank you
To everyone who’s ever forgiven anyone because that shit is hard for humans.
Thank you
To my mom for having a piano in the house when I was growing up
Thank you
To my dad for writing my mom poems.
Thank you
to all the people that created this sacred language called poetry.
Thank you
To all the people who share poems on street corners for giving me life.
Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
—andru defeye
Flommist Andru Defeye is the Guerrilla Poet Laureate of Sacramento. Copyright © 2017 Andru Defeye.
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