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Don't tell my mother if they kill me
by Angel Dominguez

Kelly Schirmann

Let her think they hid me in the void

Let her think I avoided hot lead

Let her think I avalanched east

Let her think I’ve become forest

Let her think I’ve become the ocean

Let her think I’ve become the moon

Let her think I’ve become the moon

Let her think I’ve become the moon

Let her think I’ve got away, safe

Let her think I changed my name

Let her think I didn’t become a #

 

So, don’t tell my mother if they kill me

 

Let her think I escaped to another landscape

Let her think I made amends without violence

That I became many and nameless

Let her think I will come back someday, safe

Let her think I am vanished to the horizon

Let her think I am taking a break from social media, it’s fine

Let her think I am never going to die in white hands

 

Don’t tell my family if they kill me

 

Let me become another nameless brown body

Let me become another mass grave of indigenous

Let me become 10,000 miles of wailing walls

Let me become a mirror, a portal, a massacre

become a moment that proliferated

Let me become a 10 second sound byte to quote

Let me become poetry that doesn’t end

the fossil of wind

the trouble with living

the long night of sour hearts

Let me become something more than what I am

 

So, don’t tell me if they kill me

 

Let me grow up to become something else

Let me grow into a form of asphalt and hope

Let me grow into anything but a casket

Let me grow up to become an island

Let me grow up into the shape that ends your mourning

Let me grow into a sky-scraped prayer

Let me grow up to become a dance floor

Let me grow into another blocked freeway.

 


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