When after tipping points, the dust settled
We find the same things that tore us apart
Will be the same that keep us all mettled
And temper the journey that all embark
We move past our collective consciousness
Through acts that unite our humanity
Protection for our truths, and perspectives
Give way to engagements of empathy
As history rendezvous with these points
Watering flowers that grow without rain
Drowning the differences that would exploit
For self love never bloomed without some pain
Sometimes tipping points are just what we need
To organize us in life’s symmetry