Peace is spoken here, the language of unity the language of my veins the heart beating beneath the flesh that matches the beat that lives within you. Peace is spoken here from every arm that raises up in fear, and every arm that raises up with resistance, it is the same arm that clings so well into mine as an ally as a sister as a human. Peace is spoken here there’s a place inside all of us that sparks only of light the urgency of breath and blood. A piece of us that fits tightly inside that secures dreams and hopes where everyone matters and everyone is seen and honored as the living being they are. Peace is spoken here, the tongue that ties is the same tongue that unwinds from side to side between my cheeks behind my teeth, a tongue that lends itself to the voice of justice. Peace is spoken here. It knows no boundary, only a song of earth. The vibration will echo infinitely into the unknown outward and upward, until it is heard at last, and understood; that peace is spoken here. And that peace is spoken here and that peace is spoken here and holds no boundaries only for all those humans that hold time to hear the message: Peace is spoken here.
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Jessica Wilson is a Poet Teacher & Area Coordinator in LA County for the California Poets in the Schools. She is the founder/executive director of Los Angeles Poet Society. She is also an organizer/ally for 100 Thousand Poets for Change.