stories

I haven’t felt myself

The weight of the work

Carried on shoulders

Not strong enough

To know that it is not me

Who sustains this

I think sometimes

That I must have a

Big ego

Some confidence

An audacity

To dream the world different

But I am just a girl

Who looks though

Pyramids

And sees possibilities

Narrow lens

And see a way

And I carry stories

Ones that threaten

To choke me

If I ever forgot

Their impact

Their magnitude

And this is an ode

For stories

For the people

Who have made it impossible

To forget

And the ones yet to come

And ode to my story

That converges

And meets in the middle

To the students

The women

The folks

Who inspire me

To fight

When Im down to nothing

Thank you

Because

I wouldn’t be myself

Wouldn’t feel myself

If I forgot

If I didn’t remember

 You

The work will be there

I will be there

The stories make it possible

To believe in something different