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When women march... young trees grow in their footprints

January 23, 2017

 

Trouble Is Not Our Middle Name

(After Liz Lochead)

 

Trouble is not our middle name,
That is not who we are
- But we were born for this:
We were born to be the storm
To be the song that marches in every heart,
Where each footstep is a million strong.

 

We are the hope that takes to the public square,

 We are the mob who holds your hand – can you
Listen, listen longer than today…?
Listen to what we do as well as what we say.

 

For we gave the first breath,
This much is true;
And we will give the next and last
And we will bleed for us as well as you.

 

It is hard to untangle this,
This politic of a weeping age
But I cannot tell you plainer, I cannot keep the quiet
Of unmarked graves for anyone – through all the wind
Real hope is there, on the streets outside your home,
Walking in the public square.

 

https://www.icantkeepquiet.org/thesong/

 

 

 

 

The Original, by Liz Lochead:

 

Trouble is not my middle name

 

Trouble is not my middle name.

It is not what I am.

I was not born for this.

Trouble is not a place

though I am in it deeper than the deepest wood

and I’d get out of it (who wouldn’t?) if I could.

 

Hope is what I do not have in hell –

not without good help, now. Could you

listen, listen hard and well

to what I cannot say except by what I do?

 

And when you say I do it for badness

this much is true:

I do it for badness done to me before

any badness that I do to you.

 

Hard to unfankle this.

But you can help me. Loosen

all these knots and really listen.

I cannot plainly tell you this, but, if you care,

then — beyond all harm and hurt 

- real hope is there.

 

 

 

 

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