In response to Elays Mulu Kiros, who at the end of this poem asks, “what is your revolution?” Well, here it is!
My revolution is clouded
Even to me
What is it, exactly,
That I want to be?
My revolution is only against myself
Between my head
Between my heart
Maybe I aught to restart.
My revolution consists of only this
Of discovery, of cheer
And overcoming
My deepest fears.
My revolution is to never give up
On my dreams
Myself
Or anything else!
My revolution is ever going
A day to day fight
To keep myself going
Even through things unknowing.
My revolution lies within
As I watch this world, ever changing
I do not want to be like them
But my own special jem.
For ’tis my revolution to do so.
How will yours go?
