All About Love
It is hard to learn and to love,
To know about the blood that has been spilt and know that it is your own.
To know that love is liberation,
That liberation is love.
It is to hard to learn and to love,
To understand how tears had been spilt for centuries,
Over pain that is still felt.
And knowing that pain is your own.
It is hard to learn and to love,
To learn about fallen siblings,
And have your heart break for them,
As have so many hearts broken before you.
It is beautiful to learn and love.
To know I am part of a tradition of others who know we are one and the one same,
To know that our liberation is interconnected,
Unbreakable over centuries, seas and mountains and continents.
It is beautiful to know that, through the blood, through the tears, it has always been about resistance,
about love,
Because to resist is to love.
