Well, you’ve made your bed and you’ve lain on it,
now it’s time to rise, throw off the sheets
and forge a new mattress from these hardships
even if that means you’re out in the streets
in the night. Look up, there’s a skyful of stars
for you still, a full moon - there’s room to breathe,
there’s space to become who you really are.
Some future planet may be for the meek
but this earth isn’t. And a true princess
will not put up with a pebble nor a pea,
a bedframe of arbitrary injustice,
headboards of unkindness and discourtesy.
Throw off those covers, step out - the world’s broad,
there’s fairness round the corner, down the road.
For all my sisters who've suffered unspeakable injustices due to/during the pandemic.
