one day that is really
too many days and
too many times,
men made me feel
danger. not all,
but too many to not
jump at Shadows.
so I try to remember
the times when
my shadow is strong
against the odds.
I fight for Bats.
I pull their broken bodies
from barbed wire and
Cat’s jaws.
they live in my home
until they heal.
I whisper well-wishes to
my winged sisters and
brothers as they fly
from hand to home.
I fight for different minds.
statistically, I shouldn’t
have made it here.
red raw nails from
the clawing climb
shoot spectrum
Rainbows to stun
when I point out
what’s upside down.
I fight for Mob.
digging heels in behind
blak Shield walls
instead of the ones
put on display.
little piles of Country
gather around
bare-foot warriors,
bolstering our strong
stance as we hold
the line.
I fight for Country.
because really… what’s
the point of fighting
For anything else?
listen to the Birds,
at home in their songs.
rhythm seeps from
every thread of Her
body, the one
urgent cause we all
have in common.
I fight for my dreams.
a decade ago, I lived in
a building as abandoned
as me. shaken hollow.
animals came to live
in those empty spaces,
made me their home.
come so far now,
dreaming better so
my bub won’t live
what I have.
not all warriors fight wars;
some fight to survive.
this some-human world
isn’t made for us all.
but that world won’t last,
crumbling slowly under
changing Tides,
coming Storms.
though I fall down,
make no mistake:
my Shadow falls tall.
*Poems and artworks by Sara Kian-Judge 2021
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