the day is not our own
it belongs to our hearth
our family, our society, our nation
nature made our hearts
public calendars, followers
of tribe, so when you lust
know that you service this
your honest thoughts may linger
but individuality is a myth
you are a part of history
you came from a mother
you owe your livelihood
to the city, to the nurturance
of friends, to the generosity
of employers, to the wealth
you scavenged how to speak
to the stars, but it only
brought you closer to others
not to God, not to any beauty
no, that left you long ago.
Wuji Seshat 