They don’t believe me.

“If they believed me they would not care.
If they cared they would not do anything about it.
If they would, they would find they felt they could not.

If they felt they could not, they would not try.
If they would not try then caring would not serve them.
If caring would not serve them, then neither would belief.

So, they don’t believe me.

If they believed me I would not believe it.
If I believed it I would not trust myself to trust they understand.
If I trusted myself or others …
I am so desperate in this desert I would drink a glass of sand.

….

[This stuff is bigger than an individual.
It’s bigger than a few.
I cannot blame anyone after what I’ve seen of how division, disempowerment and disbelief has been done to me and you.]

….

I hold my mourning in one hand and my hope in her brother.
cups I pour into each other,
making waves,
becomes their other.

[Thank you to the few who have shared water through the drought.
It will be thanks to you if I ever make it out.]”

-X