today i am grateful to have a skeleton

that feels brave enough
to speak up to me when i am treating it unkindly
and thankful that i am privileged enough to answer his call.

today i am working through a thesis
about building structures to support my students
with heavy hands that feel
hot gravel graced each time i click
clack
a letter on my keyboard
but i can’t even complain because i got a keyboard
to click clack on,
you know?

today i write about chronic poverty
read: chronic white heroism
read: chronic hegemony
read: chronic white supremacy
recently diagnosed with a chronic illness
but my cultural capital allows me in this body
to receive medicine and comprehensive treatment
and sick days
which i am using to write this
down

today
i write about trauma
while unpacking my own every week
at the rate of one hundred dollars an hour-
cash or check only
but i can do that because that’s my quote on quote
“Fun Money”
i was taught to save for because my kin folk had those
resources and taught me how to navigate their narrows

today i know that there are a lot of things i don’t know
but

who i am is what i do
who you are is what you do
and these things cannot be separated.

Published by ampersandthenwhat

Writes poems. Tries to be a better person everyday. Doesn’t have it all figured out.

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