As I wait inside scrolling.
A flick of the thumb
and the rabbit hole tumbles.

I see raging fires and evictions,
and a man call for his momma saying he can't breathe.

He brought the wind though
and blew me into the streets.

Patience only helps
when movement is measured-
in inches, feet and miles.

The weight of each action
increasing the weight of the next.
Even rest must follow a plan
making sure you never lose traction.

Only then does patience help,
and doesn't collect dust
on some forgotten shelf.

Only when patience is true to self
and stands against oppression
do I prefer it to aggression.

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