"The Resistance"
A Decolonial Poem
The following poem is an original submitted to us by a poet named Alex/Plurtle, who has this to say: “I'm Alex or Plurtle, born and raised in Miami, Florida. First generation son of immigrant parents from Colombia, my focus is on Re-Indigenizing and Decolonizing. Honored to share time and space.”
The Resistance
I am the dream of my ancestors
A warrior of light, love, and truth
One of many protectors
The task is always upon the youth
Sacred are our elders
As are the children and women
Mending minds and hearts, we are welders
As the world falls apart from inverted "winnings"
We are the power of past and future
Still here standing strong
Healing wounds, sealing sutures
Sound the gong
Bang the drum
Go the distance, however far
We need you all, not just some
Remember who you are
Our liberation is now before us
I am the voice, the face, the heart of existence
Our Mother Earth is in need of justice
I am, you are, we are, the Resistance
The “Mother Earth Revolution” artwork is by Christi Belcourt, a Metis visual artist, environmentalist, and social justice advocate. Belcourt is a member of Onaman Collective, “Indigenous artists and environmentalists who love the land and believe in the spirits of the land.” Onaman Collective’s artwork has been widely used in land defense movements in Minnesota.
This is from Scroll XVI of my project The Hidden Clinic. I wrote it as a prayer—not a statement. Not for applause. Just rhythm for witness. https://thehiddenclinic.substack.com/p/to-the-ones-who-were-set-on-fire