inching forward, inspired by Airyn
Jan 21, 2015
first-story
pushing up against those
who look to keep us in
as we insulate ourselves
and elaborately lie
in order to find sleep
some days
every step I take is laden with violence
running so far in another
direction
all the fight that I have
goes towards
spiritual and emotional survival
while others are left
to die on the vine
much more literally
to hold hands with another person
talk about their lifelong
days and mine
so
if the personal is political
let's get to know each other better
while the world burns around us
the rest will unfurl
quite naturally
this is the first poem I have written in many years, and I was prompted by another poet on this site, Airyn Lentija. It is challenging to express myself in this way but I feel very good about sharing my thoughts on this site. This poem is about struggles I have maintaining relationships with other women and activists, and a reminder to reemphasize personal relationships in my activist goals.
- First Story
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