adaptation

I used to pride myself on my ability to adapt. adaptation meant survival in survivor-less spaces, hope in hopeless places, finding air and light through the cracks on the inside of a dungeon. what has changed in me, now? adaptation, like the slaves to their plantations, like the poor to promises of salvation, like Africa clinging to post-colonial powers like a battered woman to her man. to say you adapt allows your circumstances to shape you. now we shape them back. (written Oct. 25)

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