Rising

When hate comes to town, we rise.

When bullies attack, we rise.

When they want us divided, we rise.

When they try to knock us down, we rise.
They grab our words and twist them. They read intent where there is none, they block their ears and hear only what they want, they take offence when we have principles. They spew forth venom.

But we gather up our allies, we tend to each other’s wounds, we heal. 

And then we rise. 

There is nothing that can stop this rising. 

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