Who Is It For?

The ceiling mirrors my blank and endless stare

As I push aside my phone from my face and contemplate

Who is it for?

Arguments and counter arguments over the right to life

Are we really arguing over the right

To life?

And my echo chamber is cavernous but I already know all this

So who is it for?

Comments stream like ribbons from a river fed

By sources fresh and foul

“I feel so helpless”

I don’t know enough”

“What can I do?”

Do you say that for the people who are dying?

Or do you say that for you?

Open your eyes

Watch and listen and share and learn

Bear witness to the world and the way it is being left to burn

We will not be forgiven if we look away

Though I implore you to understand

The threat of lack of forgiveness is not what should compel you to stay

I have nothing to give but my words

My voice is yours to use or ignore

But please ask yourself

As you take up space in a conversation on genocide, queerness, land back, race

Who is it for?