Do not be fooled, oh no friend, do not.
Do not mistake my vulnerability for weakness,
or my pacifism for apathy.
Do not mistake my inclusiveness for waywardness,
or my faith for certainty.
Do not mistake my love for an agenda,
or my prayer for ritual.
For there is a hurricane in me,
a ferocity only quenched by equality.
When sweat for peace flows down, mingling,
with tears of joy at its long awaited arrival.
When diamonds no longer have blood covering them,
and balance replaces patriarchy,
When children no longer shoot AK-47s,
and women preach in pulpits.
For the day is coming when swords will become plows,
when the pen will break the gun,
and fear that feeds hate, will lose.
Do not be fooled, oh no my friend, do not.