The Partially Glorious Activism of a Partially Indigenous Girl
Often in my life I find myself
In a dome at the bottom of the sea
Inside, a jungle with with verdant health
The population, me
I can choose to wander for hours and hours
Picking the bushes bare
Ignoring the fact that when the forest is scoured
I must come up for air.
For when I chance upon a wall
in this prison of the deep
A cold dread down my spine does crawl,
A terror begins to creep
Outside the dome lies aquatic abyss
I know not how far it goes
I stay inside with comfort and bliss
The baobab and rose.
I know one day I must learn to swim
These freezing, rolling tides
To reach the surface my chance is slim,
But the future there resides.
For deep within myself I know
The reason I am here
Beneath the sea, I built this dome,
The ocean filled by fear.
I crafted the lovely interior
Put adversity outside
So that whenever I feel inferior,
I can run to the jungle and hide.
But now I write from upon the shore
I know now who I am,
For it was that day the dome I tore.
I held my breath and swam.
What is happiness?