likes as bullets.

i still engage, from time to time,

in facebook’s debates, believing,

naively so, that my contribution

will be a welcomed building block

as we create a whole picture, a diverse,

full perspective, a human horizon of

experiences and voices, and often,

i have to say ‘i’m not here to fight’

so what am i even doing there?

retreat. retreat. I will never do it again.

i promise myself.

i see the likes received by my, I guess,

opponent, and why do they feel like bullets?

i don’t mind being wrong, i don’t mind being

a lonely soldier at this point, seeing she is

far from home, far from the world she came

from, dreaming of everybody being stripped

of the armor, and as civilians — talk. in peace.

as one. curious of all that everyone brings

to the table and on what they feast.

I don’t mind losing a battle

if I am heard.