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
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.