Gina Loring - Somewhere There Is A Poem lyrics

Somewhere there is a poem And I want to write this poem I want to speak this poem I want to feel this poem I want to experience this poem Cradle it in my arms Feed it a good meal And send it on its merry way I want to sing this poem Amazing grace, how sweet the sound Somewhere there is a poem screaming Get up, stand up Stand up for your rights Human beings, human beings Beings being so Caught up in the tangible material surface Or that they never actually feel Their touch is liquid and grazes right through But misses the core This poem whispers to me And rocks me to sleep And tells me stories of indigenous people Diseased and tricked and slaughtered And made to be extinct But this ain't no pterodactyl Or tyrannosaurus rex blood flowing through my veins I am a Creek American Indian I exist I am an African I am an old Jewish woman muttering prayers in Yiddish As my name is replaced with a number on my arm I am a little Japanese girl Staring in horror As my village is bombed and burnt to the ground I was born in India, but not to the right caste So regardless of what I accomplish I will always be a peasant I died in Mexico three feet from the border Gunned down by evil troops Who shoot for a living Who sacrifice their souls for The man-made boundaries of these Americas Somewhere, there is a poem somewhere Dozing in subway stations And flying high on a 405 And taking the L to Brooklyn The 15 to Vegas And the Marter through Atlanta And cruising down a dark street in Oakland is a poem This poem comes from somewhere deep Somewhere where the angels sleep Where pixies dance and mermaids weep Where hymns are hummed So God will keep us all in mind on Judgment Day This poem warns, but does not sway For what you do is up to you Where you go and who you know If you close up, or if you grow Somewhere there is a poem about the insanity Of war, Hiroshima, Hiroshima Hero, hero, war hero Hero-, hero-, h**n is Crack c**aine is The systematic genocide of my people Brown skin behind bars Locked up behind bars Trapped behind bars And slaves behind bars Kept in lines behind bars Counted behind bars Bars, there are more bars Selling alcohol on a single reservation in Oklahoma Than in all of Ventura county, county Counting me in ‘cause I'm down for the revolution Which may not be televised And may not get radio play But it will be told through poetry ‘Cause somewhere there is a poem This poem speaks to me and draws me in Like an amusement park to a kid I want to freak this poem and dream this poem And share it with y'all Hold up, shhhhh I just did