The Baptism of Narragansett

Sea crumbs clutch the ankles of my shell-cast feet;

the sand sinks, as i run, run, run,

melting like ice cream in the breezy, cold sun of Narragansett.


my voice is no longer silenced but i choose to be quiet –

the Sea has something important to say,

the liberation of others is bound in you.

the liberation of you is bound in others.


i am tired of being the oppressed;

i am tired of being the oppressor,

why must i be both?

Sea, won’t you free me?


white gay rich woman traveled far

to be here.


wildly, i embrace the ocean, the Sea, the wide blue of love

my breathe is cut short,

i am outside of me, finally.


do i feel oppressed?

i am oppressed in what we call beautiful –

i am oppressed in what we call love –

i am oppressed in how you look at me –

i am oppressed in how i must justify my choices –


my oppression is blind

you will not find it in

poor slums,

poor homes,

the confines of my office,

or the car i drive


you will find it in the secret corners of dark hearts.


have i oppressed?

i took what was not mine

i received what i did not work for

i benefited from the whiteness that covers me, follows me, lives in me –


Baptize me, Sea, in the freedom to know I am loved.


I am enough.

I am an active agent here, on earth, on the sweet Sea of Narragansett,

and I will fight for those who stand, sit, and fight in chains –


and for myself –

i will open the lungs for breath and use my words for good,

i will write the words of truth,

i will give up power for the sake of the other,

i will ask again, and again, and again that the oppressor in me – will die –


I am free, like the Sea crumbs that fill my hair, heart, soul.

Bring me to the salvation of perfect love.




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