Thankful for

(a Thanksgiving poem)

My friends,
my family,
my colleagues in the struggle
to free our people.
The people, everywhere, who are Occupying.

The knowledge that the arc
of the moral universe is long,
but it bends toward justice,
according to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

The fact that I have been around
to witness so much of it,
when I was supposed to die
a bunch of times,
but I guess I inherited
my mom’s stubbornness,
Because I'm still here.