This is the Poem I Submitted to a Literary Journal Today... What Do You Think?

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Recollection I fall on knee during first full day of latest activist journey, and assume I’m fine- a trifle achy and extra spastic as a result, but fine. I expect pain to dissipate, be all but nonexistent tomorrow But when I try to stand hours later sudden, searing pain in knee that rendered me immobile and in need of the second bathroom-based rescue of the day. Minutes later, I lie breathless in hotel bed, packing injury in ice. I force myself to remember Kerri Strug, still so tiny in the Atlanta Olympics, despite her 18 years- a gymnast, part of the Mag 7- an unstoppable sporting force. My brain recalls her on broken ankle thundering down the runway, flipping and twisting battered body over the vault, and landing- stick- on both unmoving feet. She helped win US Olympic team gold, the only one we’ve ever won, but much less important than the liberty I’ve come to here to seek for those still trapped behind institutional walls all over our nation.