To my sisters everywhere,
Sometimes in the bleepbloop
of this day and age,
we hail from the dust of the powerful
quieted, pushed away
and set to fire.
I see us learning to surf new waves; technology has broadened our reach.
If we can
take a picture of us and the flowers,
say how good it feels,
and sing to the world in seconds,
then we can also
remember to recreate
all of our reasons for going on.
The shift is now.
The time has run out
for what's dead in us.
We, the leaves of the strongest medicine,
swim the hot water differently now.
Our bodies remain
as mirrors of the jungle floor.
of selves long gone
serve as reminders of our true nature,
designed to do
what we've always done:
deliver the future