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it’s a poem in ‘choose your own adventure’ style, read top to bottom!
For example: As we resist the future, we begin to accept the grief we shift, into light across our faces.
The poem is Obligations 2 by Layli Long Soldier.
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Move againAnd I swear I will stay,until your abdomen starts moving again.I miss when you did that.Muscles so tense and they were so alive.I don’t want you to die.A withered body;wobbly, immobile.Could your lungs move again?At least for one day.I’ll be the flesh to your bones,The diaphragm that moves.And the heart that still beats.For what used to be You.rebellionevery time i smilelaugh, rejoice, singevery time i am given kindnessand every time i am smiled ati win, over and over and overfor there is no greater rebellionthan my existenceTrainYou’ll be chased to your breaking point.Tie me to the tracks and just let it go.My vitals go off - they told me I’m screwed;My ribs do not feel but my hearing still works.No pleading will do as no one is here,I wish for unconsciousness; that it all were a dream.But I’m kept awoken by the sirens I hear.If this is my fate well then so be it.But my screams won’t be silent,And my death won’t be near.privilege vs. allowanceit is such a kindnessto allow somebody to beexactly as they arei am so very sorrythat you were never handed it and thank youfor the allowanceof myselfi have neverhad the privilege beforeForgotten MoonHer light shines down on,A world that has forgotten her.A light that guided many,In a not so long ago past.Her ghost light willing still,For those to follow her. Her eyes looking down atA world that has changed.They see all and what,Has become of the world.Her eyes bleed of sorrow.Going from calming azule,To that of raging crimson. How...How could...How could the...How could the world...How could the world forget...How could the world forget me...How could the world forget...How could the world...How could the...How could...How... Once proud and brighter,Now knocked down by theCity lights and blocked out,By the pollution of the world.Her light still shines,Though no one cares to look. How...How could...How could the...How could the world...How could the world forget...How could the world forget me...How could the world forget...How could the world...How could the...How could...How... She looks down on a world,That has all but forgotten her.She, though, in all that she is,Has not forgotten them. Every night she still showersThe world in her ghostlike.Hoping that one day,Someone will care to look,And be marveled by her beauty,Once more. How...How could...How could the...How could the world...How could the world forget...How could the world forget me...How could the world forget...How could the world...How could the...How could...How... Her ghost light shines still.For all of those that care to look.She still waits,Alone in the world that is lost.faithfulfor as rustedand as wornas i ami will foreverbe your sword