We Ride Out

We ride out so we can shout out
Away from the sweeps

Into our dreams
Wheels moving—
Blood flowing
UnSold Mama earth is growing

We, riding into the wind
Praying for lightness
To take away the genocide of the
PoLice/ICE “Wite” Briteness 

The sorrow has numbed
Our dreams into one

Just to be free
From another violent sweep
Another deferred dream

Just to be free
You and me and the wheels
And the spokes and how it makes us feel
On these stolen roads 

Of our dreams
We will survive
That Palestine will be free
And Border Terrorism will cease 

And we will know
Cuz we will also see

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Homefulness, & POOR Magazine

Riding out
With houseless you and houseless me

We ride to resist
The settler colonial lies

Of false borders /
of Palestinian genocide
That CONtinue to
Criminalize
Our houseless bodies
For not having access
to the Biggest lie

That mama earth
Is a thing to sell and buy
That we must pay rent
Or might as well die 

We ride out
So we can shout
NO MORE SWEEPS
On these stolen lands