I am
a word warrior
although
I know my literary gift
is
not the universal battle cry
of “Omward”
in all matters of justice
and
for each person I desire them to be.
Yey I
continue to
scribble
them onto signs with Sharpies
opposing
mistreatment of Wal-Mart of workers,
and war
for no reason other than oil.
Post
petitions carefully crafted
by
better wordsmiths than I
to
Facebook and Twitter
to recruit
others
in
sharing outrage and objecting.
Maintain
a myriad
of
blogs and columns
covering
everything from
news
to poetry.
Use
imagination
to breathe
life
into
characters ranging
from
an adolescent fairy godmother in training
to
transracial, transnational adoptee with a disability
in
hopes that fictional adventures
will
teach someone real life lessons.
Letters
cannot reconstruct
one
weather damaged building
or fill
a single belly.
But
this particular body
has
little else to offer
the revolution.
