An Enveloping Movement

Since the beginning, we've all been taught to move. Move anywhere, move anything, move everyone. We've been taught that everything is maleable in one or many ways. We can bend, twist and stretch everything to our liking. We all possess these wicked powers, not to be wicked, but to change the wicked. Those who reap but have never felt the prick of the needle, those who rise but never feel the cumberance of their stand, those with mock privelages, conjured up from tactless minds. But even if I were given new life, I'd retain my same meaning. My name does not move me, my body does not bend me, my skin does not twist me, and my love definitely does not break me, Pushing me faster and giving me weight. The momentum of my words and my beautiful existence, in addition to these other beautiful existences, will always, against all force, move.