And because I think it's important to write pieces
like that.
But I also thinking about the people that I come from,
and I tried to not live in that anger.
But I think poems like this next one
really helped me get to that place.
And this is actually a poem that comes from my friend
Chris's project that he asked me to be a part of.
So thank you for that, Chris.
This one's called Allegiance to the Static.
Imagine the mind field, electric and corded,
like a power line rotted to our spines.
It is periphery.
This edge of our skulls brings force.
How a storm does.
Hovering, humming wings above the wire release.
Subconscious, dreams charge out our fleshed mouths.
Light, stunned.
Light, loose.
We are creators, occipital and unreborn, unsettling ourselves.
[APPLAUSE]