Confluence

The bulldozers stopped and I finally could hear myself sing
In my parents backyard by the pond where the stream used to be
I remember I used to believe in utopian dreams
Now I hold just enough hope to keep me from falling asleep
And I swear that I won’t break
Under interrogation or concrete depression they make
And I will carry on
The echos of elders and teach to my children a song
And we will fall in love
This city might sink, but I’ll damn wll be here whn it does
And my roots will grow deep
Into the concrete
And we will fall asleep
Now I float through a dream, flooded streets south of Boston
The final foreclosure of hope
After the years of ICE raids and firebombs over philadelphia
And we’re filled with the fear of partners, police, prisons, and paranoia
Some say this world will end
But a new one will begin
For these things they have been true
Since before 1492
Domination, war, and rape
Reined before the invention of race
Long before technology, agriculture, or society
Patriarchy seems to be at the roots
And it still tears apart our groups and true love
It traps us all in bathroom stalls with words scribbled on the walls
Like scratchings in a prison cell of those who came before
This gender war