It Took a Hunger Strike

It took a hunger strike to make me feel alive in a city that feels dead. I’m sorry but I’m new to the snow. I grew up with colors sprouting from my skin and the color of poetry stained on my tongue. It took a hunger strike to fill my belly with feelings of Frisco, songs of Frisco, the Frisco that is soaked in my bones and blood. It took a hunger strike to bring back that down home feeling and black laughter and fire and tears that flow so deep. It took a hunger strike to clear my veins of digital cholesterol. It took a hunger strike to show we can be tender without legal tender. It took a hunger strike to bring back my city on one piece, one corner of city block. It took a hunger strike to see the Frisco I know–again.

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