Home is
The lining of Gaia’s uterus
Nutrients connecting rivers of star fire
Moonlit streets cast shadows
I exist
This is my home
Where I plant my intentions
They grow
From seeds sewn
Stitching my wrists
With purpose
With life and sharpened sight
From visions opaque
Shivs and shanks
To leave this place
Rain from the clouds
Thunders down
I don’t need sunshine
I am the earth’s immune system
A healthy planet
I can withstand it
The weight of it all
Is not distributed evenly
If you don’t believe in me
I start crumbling
Stupidly stumbling
In and out of confined spaces
I can be prejudiced but not racist
A brown girl that loses patience with pale faces
Capitalizing on our devastation
Absence of greatness
When greed terrorizes my mind
Telling me
I’m not enough and will never be
The opposite of indigenous philosophy
dwelling indignantly between the two
With nothing to prove
Except that I was here
Rooted in this soil
Where wars are being waged
For land and oil
Born in the midst of turmoil
Drug addictions and suicide
From that fate I couldn’t hide
I am what I run from
I am where I come from
Brown bodies we got to protect
From more self-destructive mindsets
From the prison-industrial complex
Gashes to heal
And court appeals
A system unraveling
News is traveling
About the Great Shift
From wounds to gifts
You are my home
This love it grows
You’re not alone
Future beings rise with you
Cherishing every breath
Supporting every step
Ancestors activating the wisdom in our bones
In this body
I am home.
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