7.4.22
PANDORA
so then
I choose to make mosaics from my rubble
cast gold into cracked pieces
do away with the spaces in between
those pockets of air we blamed for keeping us apart
it’s all bullshit
I bond back my pieces with something stronger
more beautiful
a little wiser a little older
something that reflects back
it shakes off the blame
and says
“it’s not your fault, it’s no one’s fault.”
and so it is
not my fault (or yours)
but it is my responsibility
and my privilege
to take ownership where I can
to wash off the stains of guilt and blame
with bravery and accountability
accountability is
after all
the privilege of autonomy