💌 Together, build our new beginning 💌
a poem
Sometimes I love things so much I cry. I cry feeling this heavy, juicy love
waiting to burst. This love, every fiber of it, is the only thing I want to
OWN... Own, then share. Share with my sisters, my brothers, children, and
animals across the world. My elders and ancestors who resisted and broke
systems built to hurt them. I feel this choking in my throat, the density
thick in my chest, the pura vida floating in the air around me. When I cry
of love, I’m honoring what I feel. I feel like laughing and dancing and
squinting my eyes as hard as I can to see the stars. I know this is the most
powerful thing in the world. I know no one can take it away. But they’re
always trying to. It’s clear to me now, they’re always trying to.
Just as easily as my cheeks blush, they crack and contort into a wrinkled,
bellowing screech of bruises. I smell hatred in this air, trying to wither my
power away, helpless and small. To squish me like a bug. I see history in
front of me like fluorescent hospital lights. I’m in that hospital, the IV
dripping in explanations, justifications, news interviews of destruction.
Bright red surrounds me and I want to scream, I want a wailing cry until I
tire myself out. But I don’t. I rip out the needle. I rip from dirty excuses
and the plastic etiquette of this culture. I’m made of gold and light, not
blood and soil. I’m made of pomegranates and turquoise, not weapons and
lobbyists. I’m made of dance and hips, not of walls or borders.
It feels like I’m in a rusty cage, snarling, snarling, ssssssnnnaarling........but
cages will always break. We broke them in the past, and we will keep
breaking them today. We will destroy the pain with our tears of love. We
will defy and we will resist. We will keep crying for our passion for
humanity and together, build our new beginning. I’ve never felt stronger in
my life, yet I crack, I fall every single day, scraping my knees on the
pavement. But it’s all never been clearer to me. I’m not scared anymore,
because this collective is strong. I’m not the only one loving so hard that we
cry. Our collective tears will fill rivers, they will fill seas, and together,
liberated, we will all be free.
