poetry

I called you to these words 

to dismantle your arrogance 

touch the emptiness 

of your hollowed structures 

feel the shallows 

of your production priorities 

smell the odours 

of your decaying trash 

see the abandonment 

of your forsaken peoples 

witness the stress 

of your pillaged planet 

taste the virus 

of your toxic appetite 

to consume 

so easily 

anything 

that inflates

your SELF. 

As you lament 

the past, 

your DNA

is upgrading 

your heart 

is unclenching 

your networks 

are communicating 

your mind 

is expanding 

because 

dear friend, 

you were 

programmed 

to live 

and create 

a more beautiful 

world. 

Bring synergy 

to your shadows

Bring love 

to your thoughts

Bring tears 

to your truth

Bring space 

to your healing

Bring soul 

to your home. 

Remember 

when pushing 

against 

the uncertainty 

it’s 

okay 

to know 

nothing. 

The 

future 

is yet 

to be written 

because 

today 

you’re 

finally 

awake. 

I invite you to return to your art… 

in the words of Toni Morrison: 

“There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.”