In surges of care, ruled in contempt

Here is a poem dedicated to my friends who are facing political repression right now, and all of us who are supporting them in solidarity

we’re a race-gender vortex,
still undefined, 
of public emotions,
hearts intertwined 

in surges of care, 
ruled in contempt;
identities flooding, 
becoming unkempt:

swirling spirits on divergent tides
among censored bodies, 
a maelstrom of pride

relaxes trauma’s grip on our shoulders;
despite their repression,
we’re all growing older...