The ants were here first
The spiders were her first
The flies, unfortunately, where here first
The mosquitos can go to hell
The trees were here first
(The sharks before them)
The wisdom of their roots slowly breaking up concrete made to restrain them
Believing, in such a short time, we could corral nature
Our whims, our beliefs, our values were stronger than roots breaking concrete
We who do not even remember, not even around to do so, the movement of land, breaking apart before even the roots existed
About the Creator
Ariana GonBon
29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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A perfect reminder. Thank you for grounding us with this!