Take my hand
come follow me
To where the four rivers meet
A space full
of nothing
But possibilities
We don’t need to leave this room
We just need to leave room
So leave your leaves
Wipe the make up off your face
Kick off those Manolo’s
Slip out of your race
Unwrap your nationality
Untie your ties to a political party
Unbutton your religion
Stop clutching your opinions
Then unzip your resentment
Leave your insecurities
Get naked with me
Unashamed to be
Is the closest to God’s image
We could ever see

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