Suffer With Me

Suffer with me

Suffer with we
Who wrote our names in pain
And rose again
To write the word
To right the world
To see the light through the cracks
And the life on our backs 
That bend and sway like the fruit of the baobab tree

Come, my friends, and suffer with me 

Suffer with we
Who read stories from the skies
And lift voices that disguise 
The paths to freedom for our eyes only
The wandering way to a home with no home
A cold shadow land where the 
Echoes go to bounce back sound from
The source of a joyful plea

Come, my sisters, and suffer with me. 

Suffer with we 
Who laugh through our tears 
And live through the fears 
That would strangle our song
And yet we sing on
Of a river deep
Where our dark roots are planted and 
sweet lilies grow tall 
like the children we’ve loved and 
lost to the sea.

Come, my brothers, and suffer with me. 

Suffer with we 
Who cry out in the night 
And are blinded by lights 
That would cripple our sight 
But still we see the sun rising to 
Eclipse the moon and we dance in the rays 
That signal the day when our labor is done 
And our bodies are free 

Come.

Come closer. 

And see.