I wonder how well you think we are…
Sands are shifting under our shoes
We face your sons and daughters
Not knowing the foundations you laid for them
To see us
To see their peers
As humans with value and values
Birthed and living
In spite of the chaotic fights that took place long before walking into these rooms
In these halls, hallowed by sacrifices made long ago…
The choice of life (to live a life)
In person and in profession[al]
Impersonal and un-professed
in a space
where presence and being present is
despised, discarded, dismissed, dis-respected and dis-regarded
How do you expect us to choose this life
Where our freedom is not free to be?
Forget roaming free.
That roaming you get to do is not granted to us.
Even in safe places, we are not secure.
We are always present in plain sight
With no place to hide
And yet we are rendered invisible
Having little value in your spaces and occupied places
In a world
U (of the ‘I owe you’ kind or ‘the me not you’ variety)