This world is not unchangeable
in fact, my veins and yours
pulse through, pound out the drum
rhythm of marches- changing patterns
walking over streets, marking
new paths. This world is not
unchangeable. I can, at any moment,
bring the kingdom of God. I can,
at any moment, turn dark into light
you can, your skin is the ground
your eyes are the oceans, your
fingernails carve canyons
my heart erupts free-flowing
****** rivers of magma- your heart
pours water through arteries of
rushing, gouging rivers. This world
is not unchangeable. Sadness is not
fixated, we do not move within an
immoving world of darkness
we are the world, we spin it on our
joking fingers, we sweat the rain
onto fields of good fruit. This
world is not unchangeable. We are
a changing people, and we are the world
so we can change the world. I promise.
We forget our own power the instant
we forget that we belong here- that
we are members of this race, that
we are not observers but participants.
We forget that we are not alone.
But if we, at last, remember that
our place is here, at home, that we have value,
we regain our ability to mark and enscribe
a new history, our own history.
This world is not unchangeable. Don't give up.
