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Words have always been my art. They dance for me and sing for me. They laugh for me and cry for me. They are my paint and brushes. They are my clay.

Poetry Writing Month

Anger and Hope — a poem of finding strength in rage

Apr 17, 2025

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A photo of protestors with signs saying “Black trans lives matters” “silence is violence” and “racism is the real virus.”
Image by Patrick Behn from Pixabay

Fear leads to anger;
Anger gives me hope
That we won’t back down,
And we won’t despair.
Together we fight
When life is not fair;
Our troubles are less
When burdens we share.
Too angry to bend,
We fight those who hate,
And we stand our ground,
Each other defend.
Our rage gives us strength
To hold to the end.
Invaders beware:
We’ll be your nightmare.

Poetry Writing Month

16 stories
A bright orange flower peeking out from a blanket of white snow.
A photo of protestors with signs saying “Black trans lives matters” “silence is violence” and “racism is the real virus.”
A woman in shadow wearing a black sports bra, shorts, and boxing gloves, holding her hands up ready to fight.

Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.

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Words have always been my art. They dance for me and sing for me. They laugh for me and cry for me. They are my paint and brushes. They are my clay.

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