To my sisters everywhere,
Sometimes in the bleepbloop
of this day and age,
It's easy to forget
we hail from the dust of the powerful,
the previously disassembled
quieted, pushed away
and set to fire.
As we surf new waves
technology has broadened our reach:
if we can
take a picture of ourselves in the flowers,
sing how good it feels,
and send it to the world in seconds,
then we can also
remember to recreate
all of our reasons for going on.
We, the leaves of the strongest medicine,
swim the hot water differently now.
The shift is now.
Time has run out for what's dead in us.
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.