Sanctuary Hall Gallery

Pierce my arteries and watch my skin circumflex

Warp like a bow in the act of precision

Take until you cannot anymore

And contort the blame

This is no longer a response

No longer a response to the loss we have faced as a people

But steady strides to our collective peace

Tranquility granted by the green from our mother

Resistance spoken from the depths of brown

My skin isn’t seared it is graced

In partnership with your warmth

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Photo credit: David Ese Gagoh