A Tribute to Remember
remember,
we must.
remember to return.
to our stories, the ones that our backs carry and have carried for generations.
oh, how beautiful they are.
remember to return to our bodies,
the place that holds all of our sacredness.
return to the land,
and never forget that she is sacred too.
return to our art,
the masterpieces we hold in our hands,
that for far too long,
we’ve been told won’t help us be successful.
that we must, instead, follow a capitalist agenda,
laboring away our hands,
denying them their true destiny:
to create. to gift. to feel free. to remember,
we must.
remember
to follow the radical Black and Indigenous voices.
the revolutionaries.
for they always remembered that liberation is not through the state
but through ourselves.
the land.
the power of the collective.
that we are not free until all are free.
remember:
“Power to The People”
“By Any Means Necessary”
“No Justice, No Peace”.
we will not only resist empire, but lay siege to it
until it can’t breathe.
we will protest and curse its name.
how humiliating it truly is.
we will shame its stolen rule
and denounce its presence.
and we will do so with our gifts.
our talents.
our words and voices.
our hands and masterpieces.
our sheer stubbornness and perseverance.
our wisdom and might.
we will do so with the stories we carry and the resiliency in our eyes.
with the truth.
for that is our most powerful weapon.
love,
our most powerful force.
and joy,
our most rebellious act.
remember,
we will prevail.
The People of Asia, Africa, and the Americas will come together.
the empire will be met with our most glorious revolt,
and smashed to pieces.
capitalism will fall.
imperialism, overthrown.
and the chains, broken and shattered.
and as these shattered pieces catch the sun,
will the sky be ever so radiant and true.
will we remember how beautiful our spirit is.
how resolute our art is.
and how revolutionary our love is.
and it is because of this dream of liberation for all,
that we must never forget,
to remember.
we must.
remember to return.
to our stories, the ones that our backs carry and have carried for generations.
oh, how beautiful they are.
remember to return to our bodies,
the place that holds all of our sacredness.
return to the land,
and never forget that she is sacred too.
return to our art,
the masterpieces we hold in our hands,
that for far too long,
we’ve been told won’t help us be successful.
that we must, instead, follow a capitalist agenda,
laboring away our hands,
denying them their true destiny:
to create. to gift. to feel free. to remember,
we must.
remember
to follow the radical Black and Indigenous voices.
the revolutionaries.
for they always remembered that liberation is not through the state
but through ourselves.
the land.
the power of the collective.
that we are not free until all are free.
remember:
“Power to The People”
“By Any Means Necessary”
“No Justice, No Peace”.
we will not only resist empire, but lay siege to it
until it can’t breathe.
we will protest and curse its name.
how humiliating it truly is.
we will shame its stolen rule
and denounce its presence.
and we will do so with our gifts.
our talents.
our words and voices.
our hands and masterpieces.
our sheer stubbornness and perseverance.
our wisdom and might.
we will do so with the stories we carry and the resiliency in our eyes.
with the truth.
for that is our most powerful weapon.
love,
our most powerful force.
and joy,
our most rebellious act.
remember,
we will prevail.
The People of Asia, Africa, and the Americas will come together.
the empire will be met with our most glorious revolt,
and smashed to pieces.
capitalism will fall.
imperialism, overthrown.
and the chains, broken and shattered.
and as these shattered pieces catch the sun,
will the sky be ever so radiant and true.
will we remember how beautiful our spirit is.
how resolute our art is.
and how revolutionary our love is.
and it is because of this dream of liberation for all,
that we must never forget,
to remember.
Meet the Artist
Kaitlynn Hall
Sioux Falls, SD
Kaitlyn Hall (she/her) is a mixed Lao and Tai Dam woman born and raised in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Currently pursuing her own Independent Concentration in Indigenous Psychology, Kaitlyn hopes to engage in radical anti-colonial work while imagining what healing can look like for Southeast Asian youths in America. She explores ideas such as ancestral healing, her relationship to the land, self-love, and more. Kaitlyn hopes to cultivate a space for our generation to remember where we come from but also remember to come back to ourselves and our bodies. She does this through her love for writing, specifically poetry, as well as other mediums such as photography, painting, expressional dancing, and other movement practices.