My existence is political.

Intentional 

Rebellious. 

I exist to be a thorn in a system that oppressed my people. I exist to create the Infection that leads to excavation. 

I make space. 

I create

Destruction. 

I create space where there is only destruction. I create room for difference. I am a conduit of change. 

How could I shrink myself. 

Be less. 

Say less. 

Do less

How could I be contained. When I exist to distribute pain. There are those who believe peace will come by kumbaya I believe peace is earned thru pressure applied at the wound. Cauterizing the necrosis. 

How could I not be fire. 

How could I not bring heat. 

My existence is political, it’s only peace I seek.