The place I live has a name
But there’s another one, older
Emerging through the mist
I saw where I was as it was
Before we called it anything
Now we live in the wreckage of a colonizing force
Whose racist poison still flows
So scared of a moment of discomfort now
We turn away from the obvious:
All we have is stolen and can’t be owned
This America, the old idea, I want it to die
Non-metaphorical decolonization
Beneath the one sky
Let this old world shatter
And transform
Allegiance to nothing at all
But the burning present moment
I cut the cord connecting then and now
And start again
I show the kid how to give up everything