when my grandchildren ask me
what it was like to be alive at the same time as
and then wonder “what did you do?”
i want this to be the story that gets told:
this narrative of healing and restoration and the beauty of humanity and justice-
the children of my children’s children
that somewhere in their ancestry
a bridge was built
brick by brick
over the defeated beasts of white supremacy and patriarchy.
they will know the story of how their
bodies and hearts and souls and spirits are connected
to revolution, to victory, to love.
they will know the stories of how we won
and what we lost,
and who we lost,
in our construction of the bridge.
when this story gets told-
my lineage will understand their
collective place in this work,
their reclaiming of their humanity,
the joy from their own healing
previous generations walked close to the problems
even closer to the solutions,
and brick by brick
they believed they would win.