avi sato . be thought . live dreams



Here’s illusionary presence dispels notions
Of your presence beside me
You from away cannot possibly equal me
They say
Liberal dictations flowing to the contrary from lips plentiful
Attached to bodies inactive
They tell me equality sells
Inherent humanity become political tool
I believe yet I have been discredited
They speak
You are from elsewhere
Not like us
Difference praised in words
Foundation for hatreds myriad
Wars unceasing
Unending introspection targeted

I am not of here
They see me as sister
You know
I am closer to you
But we seek not to overthrow
Solely overcome to share hilltops
While valleys flood from damns
Lips speaking them in silence

They force their words through my lips
Identities’ fears of loss
Tomorrow their eyes may focus on my otherness
Now is grief at my implied position
Artifice is pale skin covering minds of varied colors

(Avi Sato, 2019)