Music: Justin Brown/Aja Monet
Lyrics: Aja Monet
Gratitude for travel
Movement between this and that
The distance away
To reflect how the mind breathes differently
To listen for what's not yelling
No voices in my head, a sense of all rightness
The pacing of people unfrightened by fascist greed
A concern for the earthness of us
A longing to be connected
Together
Offline gestures
The dimples of improvised grins
Tears glowing beneath the shutters of eyes
Wide open windows gazing back at you
Each person has portal and premonition of a timeless time
A diaspora of sisterhood
Awaiting your arrival
Anticipation
Homes away from home
Fathers of fascination flirting with someone else's daughter
Never gets old, does it?
To be parentless and see family in every person
The choice and unchoosing
People who don't love you back
Not the same
Brothers who only see a meal ticket
Or maid,Β or a sum of body parts
Silly enough to believe in the goodness
Despite all experiences to the contrary
I rather be unchanged by the courage of my heart
The wish for collaborators willing to traverse
Realms within and without
Together
Every show to be confronted and in spirit
Withness, to bare with
The solidarity of sound
When you can hear a hand being held
A struggle shouldered by the sharing between us
America is a spell
A hex or hell
Unless among the kindred few folk of fellowship
A way of willing through by kissing the ground
For gratitude
To be aware of the interdependence
A suffering caused by our ignorance
To be away is to be better with
Withness
Here we are
Here
We are
Each here is an invitation
There's no such thing as a stranger
If you're honest
Every place has a relative awaiting your return