in discussions of the creation of a better world, the word is always “fight”,

like we can haymaker our way to freedom.

which, my family stayed down on christopher street — sometimes we throw a hook, jab, or stiletto for our survival.

sometimes we survive so that our embodied liberation isn’t murdered.

but, no, this isn’t a fight.

this has never been a fight.

this is a reckoning with love’s infinitude

and that’s what solidarity is.

abolish ICE. now and forever.

abolish whatever acronym they give the upcoming rebrand.

abolish the concentration camps.

abolish the state-sanctioned starvation, the tax-funded rape, and the governmental practice of stomping on human lives.

abolish the disappearances.

abolish the cold-blooded murders.

abolish kidnapping children.

abolish ignoring that everyone is somebody’s precious, beloved child.

yes. of course. this is obvious.

but, man, my problem with negation is that there’s nowhere to place love.

i practice harm reduction. but i cannot dream of it, nor can I foreclose solidarity to such a fate.

so, today, we’re fighting. and I’m ready. my aunties taught me well.

but what is our fight keeping alive?

what love will be made present once domination is made absent?

freedom is the people in venezuela and the people in texas getting a new damn power grid.

liberation is lean proteins, fruits, and vegetables in the bodies of the people in guatemala and the people in arkansas.

emancipation is drugs, and drug research, moving freely across the us-mexico border.

and sovereignty is the people winning the world with our backs straight, our heads high, our spirits intact, and our hands together. 

a radical love is what we’re keeping alive today.

and solidarity is realizing that while there is never enough love in the world for any one of us, there is plenty of love for us all.