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Call
Me by My True Names
Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.
Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.
I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of
the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes,
arrives in time
to eat the mayfly.
I am the frog swimming happily in the clear
pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching
in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.
I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly
weapons to
Uganda.
I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a
small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being
raped by a sea
pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of
seeing and
loving.
I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of
power in my
hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of
blood" to, my
people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.
My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers
bloom in all
walks of life.
My pain if like a river of tears, so full it
fills the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.
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