Who am I
when these changes come
and yet they only gracefully intersect
my centered lines?
My lines are not broken
with my past,
my heritage,
my family,
my self-knowledge--
I grow bigger with
more knowledge,
stronger with more choices,
happier with more freedom,
satisfied with more truth--
and your truth doesn't cancel
out mine,
nor your activism
shade me.
My magnetic pull
is true north-bound
to the pole star
I'll fix my instruments by,
but I
know my journey will be varied
and many stars are out there,
and this ocean is wide enough
for your journey and mine.
So I will honor both the places we intersect--
and know the places where we don't.
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