Poem as radical wall art for your home!
I quit my job last week so I’m finding way more time and inspiration to write. This piece purposefully reads slightly abstract. It’s up for interpretation. Isn’t that the fun of poetry?
About 5 months ago, this lovely creature came into my life. Of course, I had to write a poem dedicated to her! Initially, I felt disappointed at the poem because most of my poems contain at least a hint of anger, this one does not. Not even a bit. But I decided to be okay with that and she looks amazing in photos, so this post needed to happen.
In the midst of the DACA repeal, and once again the DACA debates, I want to step back a little to remember European colonization and how they created borders to control the world. Re-frame the debate away from good citizen vs. bad non-citizen., away from legislation, away from politicians… this country is rotten from the inside out. How do we find true liberation for ourselves and all those oppressed? Not just words on a piece of paper one president can declare law and another one can simply take away. I remember many of these same debates raged before the Dream Act was enacted. Yet any victories won now seem temporary, and will divide communities along the lines of citizen and non-citizen (similar to how amnesty programs of the 80s allowed some to gain access to citizenship but not others). Ultimately to escape these cycles, we need to think beyond reform.
I wrote this a few months ago when I was feeling a lot of sadness. It’s interesting to edit this piece, when in a different frame of mind. Feelings are temporary, and I’m sure I’ll taste sadness sometime soon. Unfortunately sorrow, sadness, and any emotions perceived as negative are shamed. They shouldn’t be, they are all part of what it means to feel, to be alive, to be connected to this world. This poem is a celebration and a reminder of what sorrow can feel like. It’s okay to be too sad to do anything, sometimes. We live in a world that is filled with it after all, and there are times I want to fight it, but there are times when I just allow the sadness to swallow me. Those choices are all okay.
hello! Trying my hand at nature poems. Probably my most apolitical (if that exists) poem thus far. But I’m trying to play around with imagery. Enjoy!