A letter to my leaders
We are not the lost generation
We have been delivered but by no messiah other than ourselves
We are not dumbfounded, at sea, or jaded,
staring into a kaleidoscope of dreams
or down a rabbit hole of self doubt.
We don’t require the sanction of your knives
Or for our eyes to be pried open by your batons
we see everything already.
We are not blinded by the fates of rotting bones,
the souls of crows or enthralled by the stars of our future.
We have been found.
By ourselves, for ourselves.
And you will do well to remember that.
Look down at that pedestal you stand on.
Is it strong? Does it support you?
We put you there, a product of ten thousand arms.
We can just as easily bring you back down.