They cannot ban
what they do not
understand.
Speak not
of Zuckerbergs
and Musks and others
slithering through the muck.
Let them suffer
in the profundity
of the silence
rejecting their grasp and reach.
Speak
in the poetry
of our lives lived
in grit and fire
and tender touch,
and lived
in honor and memory
of our Nerudas, our Morrisons,
our mothers, our fathers,
and all who did not,
will not obey.
We are our gift
to each other,
We share our gifts
with each other.
We live in embrace
of our communities
which we exalt hard
and often. We march
to a rhythm of our own.
Renewing Reinventing.
Exultant. Relentless.
And they? They cannot be us,
not because they don’t want to be,
but because we won’t let them.
We grant power only
to ourselves.
