2020 Alone in broad daylight, my mask pulled tight A neighbor's breath is near. My loves, all turned to ghosts, go nowhere fast, Their pain will last for years Police murder George Floyd Anger erupts Summer streets are seared Black lives taken each day We say their names, Uncertain who will hear 2021 New year’s insurrection White power play Dog whistles call and cheer No consequences seen Emboldens those Who love the king of jeer Ida’s remnants arrive Tornados bloom Sirens jar inner ear Vine street expressway flood A river born We drown in nature’s tears 2022 Don’t say gay Florida Control what’s taught Deny that we are queer School active shooter drills Are make-believe Until the news appears Supreme court overturns Roe versus Wade The right that we hold dear Proverb says that hindsight’s 20/20 True, the nightmare is clear _______________________ Awaken us from terrors! Our movement without peer Our future glowing brighter Toward our vision steer! Black joy is multiplying Queer liberators rise “Me too” chorus resounding Lay bare the kingdoms lies Old paradigm collapsing The capitalist plot The workers are uniting Unlearning all you taught Clarion call of poets Truth murals on the streets Afro-futurisms thrive Revolutionary beats The virus multiplying Not just the kind that kills Infectious liberation Rewiring our wills We’re troubling our troubles We understand the cage Revealing all that’s hidden Transmogrifying rage Not something in our future These seedlings in the earth We cultivate this garden Midwife our vision’s birth
justice
Morning Raag- November 3, 2020
Restless sleeper’s demon rests a leaden hand on my chest just before morning light. How can my eyes open with a beast’s claw so near? Is it near? Is it near? Is it?
No beast, only my own body holding me still, protecting me from the ravenous fears that consume me. I am not trapped here. I can shake every cell of my body. I can summon my will to breathe.
My yawn is the first inhalation of a dawning star’s light, now rising inside me. My eye’s blink themselves into existence receiving the colors that enliven me.
My heart absorbs the plasma of the infinite acts of love that surround me. Boundless potential energy presses against the seams of this day.
Now, I am awake.
We, the people
I see you not seeing me. Not seeing free me. Not seeing me as being me. Not seeing human-giving -loving-being me.
All you know is what is known. No knowing outside of mine, my, me. No knowing the knowable abnormalities. No knowing the notion of another’s knowledge tree.
All you think you are is everything. Think nothing less than everywhere. Think nothing less than all that’s there. Think nothing less than the endless, edgeless air is fair.
And yet I see, I am a whole me. A wholly found me. A wholly sound, profoundly bound me. A wholly embraced on sacred ground me.
Embraced by the we who believe in thriving. The we will live beyond surviving. The we believe in spite of your lying. The we believe in life worthy of dying.
You will know us when you know more than you’ve ever known. Know us when you know you are nothing more than free. Know us when you know the human-loving-giving-being-we.
Then we, all of we, will know the unknowably sky. We, all of we, will breathe of the ageless sea. We will see what has never been seen.
The people, we.
Hallow’s Eve Incantation
We wicked witches,
murdered midwives,
silenced soothsayers of old.
Hear our prayers
from our pyres
Oh dear progeny be bold!
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Sister-soldiers hold the center
Brother healers break the bread
Tired teachers turn truth-tellers
Wailing weepers mourn the dead!
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Vision-keepers hear our prayer
Dream creators hear our plea…
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We bequeath to thee our power.
We bequeath to thee our songs.
We bequeath to thee our magic.
We the wise, and we the strong.
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On this hallow’s eve we hail thee
Under blue moon’s watchful eyes.
All our children, justice angels.
Hark! The revolutionaries rise!
Bringing our whole selves into the movement to end the climate crisis
** Framing speech I gave at the April 2014 Convergence of local 350 leaders working in their towns, cities, and states to end the climate crisis.
I want to bring my whole self into this room.
- I am the great-great grand-daughter of villagers from a rural, Tamil-speaking, Hindu people
- I am the great-grand daughter of a people colonized by profit-seeking, English-speaking, pale-skinned, Christian, monarchists from thousands of miles away.
- I am the granddaughter of civil servants whose families survived, then profited by taking on the values, language and practice of their British rulers.
- I am the daughter of a father born a few years after Indian Independence, who was told by his parents, “we should speak English in this house.”
- I am the daughter of a mother who was one of a few Hindu students allowed to attend a prestigious Christian Medical college in independent India.
- I am the child who immigrated with her parents to the United States as a baby. I am the naturalized citizen.
- I am the child of a doctor and an engineer. I am comfortably middle class.
- I am a woman.
- I am a college educated person.
- I am an anti-oppression educator and an activist for women’s rights and racial justice.
- I am a woman of color.
- I am a woman married to a man.
- I am a brown-skinned woman married to a white skinned man.
- I am the mother of two kids under age 6.
- I am an activist working to end the climate crisis
I have brought my whole self into this room with you because we all share a basic goal: the end of the climate crisis.
We have the same basic analysis;
1. the fossil fuel industry is the main driver of this crisis. We must stop them.
2. Alternate forms of energy exist that do not contribute to global warming. We should use them.
But just as I bring my whole self into this room, I also bring my questions:
Why do we as a global society allow the fossil fuel industry and other corporate and state powers to put profits before people?
This question keeps me up at night. Because when we try to answer this question, we know that the answer lies in 500 years of history we cannot ignore.
No. We must bring our whole selves into this room.
In the 15th century the Kings and Queens of Europe sent their people to systematically colonize the non-Christian lands;
They prioritized power and profits for the kingdoms of Europe over the sovereignty, and survival of indigenous people, nation-states, and their lands.
In order to increase and maintain their power they exploited the lands, natural resources, and labor of the people they encountered.
They silenced those who stood in the way of this profit. They massacred tribes, enslaved whole villages, indentured workers, discounted local values, beliefs and practices and replaced them by force with their own.
But perhaps the most clever thing they did was this:
They rewarded those who complied by minimally sharing profits and offering security. And those who actively brought profits in were granted riches, safety, and access to power.
They rewarded those who complied…and we are still being rewarded, or privileged simply because we were born into the middle/upper class, simply because of our European ancestry, simply because we are culturally American.
We have been taught to believe that our ideas are good, our methods are rational, are causes are just.
And now we are all here in this room. A group of good, rational people, with a just cause: shutting down the fossil fuel industry, and ending the climate crisis. But who are we in this room? And who is missing?
I bring myself into this room as a person who has internalized the values of a profit-driven colonialist culture.
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Around the world people who rely on the land, natural resources and on their own physical labor for their daily survival are most often Black and Brown people, indigenous people, and migrants.
When their ancestors attempted to resist colonization and the unending drive for more profit, more growth, they were massacred, enslaved, indentured, exploited, dehumanized, and objectified.
Today the great-great grandchildren of those resisters carry that trauma within them and face the 21 century colonial weapons being wielded daily: malnourished and poisoned bodies, crumbling neighborhoods, children trying to learn in dysfunctional schools, hostile law enforcement, and decimation by incarceration.
In order to survive, they too have often been minimally rewarded for compliance.
Compliance has often meant working in service of profit for the wealthy, in the very industries we are trying to dismantle. Coal mining, oil-refining, pipeline laying.
Knowing this, are we still good? Are we still reasonable? Are we still just?
If we want to end the climate crisis, is it enough to end our reliance on fossil fuels? If the” profit before people and land mandate has gotten us to where we are right now, what must we do differently?
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We do not have to answer this question by ourselves. In fact, we cannot.
Many groups led by people who work the land, black and brown people, indigenous people, and migrants are finding ways to resist the fossil fuel industry, AND prioritize the people and the land. Some refer to this work as “THE JUST TRANSITION’. Others may think in terms of building the triple bottom line: people, planet and profits.
I bring myself into this room as a humble student of those groups working toward a Just Transition. Groups working for more triple bottom line approaches: Groups like the Climate Justice Alliance, Movement Generation, the Green Jobs Movement, and Idle No More.
I am asking you now to bring your whole selves into this room and into this work. To consider becoming a student like of those who have been traditionally outside of the environmental movement.
As you strategize, organize, and mobilize, I ask that you consider the following:
1. How can we prioritize those who rely on the land, natural resources, and their own physical labor to survive?
2. How can we prioritize the voices of those who have been silenced?
3. Who is missing from our strategizing, our organizing, our mobilizing? Why?
4. How do we begin?
The Freedom Dream
The New Olympians: An Earth Day Poem
Miracle Planet,
what have we done?
Allowed our own god Greed
to hold your Future,
which must be
our Future, hostage.
And now Greed’s
power has grown.
This god has corrupted
Justice, Industry, and Governance.
And we sit, paralyzed
by Greed’s minion Guilt.
She drives our hand
to make offerings,
obeisance, offer fealty
to the servants of Greed.
But what if we reminded
Guilt that she is none
but Anger turned inward?
Instead of paralysis,
Anger could push us to
act, to resist, to vision,
to change.
What if we withdrew
our offerings to Guilt
to Greed, and to Destruction?
What if we found
new gods to worship?
What if our Future
was released
from bondage,
wounds healed?
What wonders
could she weave
on this Miracle Planet?
And do we have
the courage
to set her free?
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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 22
I
Evolution of a Freedom Fighter
I. Victim Blaming
i can’t believe
i can’t believe this
i can’t believe this is happening
why is this happening to me?
what did i do?
what did i do wrong?
i must have done something wrong
II. Bystander Intervention
i saw something
i saw something
i saw something bad
something bad
something bad happened
something, something, something
not right
why is he doing that?
someone should help.
someone should help.
I should help.
I should do something.
I should say something.
I should tell him to stop.
“STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!”
Other voices join me.
“HEY YOU, STOP!”
He stopped.
I did it.
We did it.
III. Consciousness Raising
why did this happen to us?
why did this happen to US?
what did we do wrong?
what could we have done wrong?
We did not do something wrong!
What happened was wrong.
How did it happen?
We will find out.
IV. More Consciousness Raising
what can i do?
i can’t do it alone?
what can we do?
they have the power.
do they have the power?
they have the power because
we give them the power
we give them the power so
we are the power
they do not have the power
unless we give it to them
V. Social Change
We will remember that we give the power.
We will convince others to see this truth.
We will remind them that we have the power.
We will withdraw our consent to be ruled.
We will rewrite the history they tell.
We will remove our support for their ways.
We will refuse to fulfill their demands.
We will insert ourselves into their plans.
We will undo the so called “done deals”
We will create our own means to the end.
We are the power.
We are the power.
We are the power.
We Will be FREE.
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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 12
Dear Justice
He loves him.
Never apart. Never without
the tickle of whiskers, the feel of fingers, the
coffee breath pontificating
the warmth of forever embers glowing.
He loves him.
She loves her.
Once eyes locked.
Heat rose.
Something inside her went click.
That was it.
The moon never leaves the earth.
She loves her.
He loves him. She loves her. He loves him. She loves her.
She loves her. He loves him.
Please. Open. Your. Eyes.
Sincerely,
We, The People

