I would be falling down an embankment.
As hard as changing is
It is my rebellion.
Taking up more space with more knowledge.
The smallest piece,
May well be my most powerful tool.
I am not naive enough to attempt remaking the wheel in one lifetime,
But am mischievous enough
to put my ideals, long held,
Straight through the middle of
The tattered spokes of the laws of othering
So that they take root.
I am ready to tangle.