Mixed remixed
We are remixing our mixedness
Say no to mixed up
Say yes to mixed in

Yes to the prefix
Re: re-
the progressive form

Resisting, Reactivating, Repurposing
Reclaiming
Recapture what was once ours
the words the morsels the rocks the names

We are more
than our parts
Yes we are our parts

Separate together
Bi- tri- multi-furcated
Yet swirled jumbled bled into one
Whole is where the heart is
Split is where the view is

Question where the answer should be

Does it bother you
My breaking the form
Breaking from form
Taking form

Pop open my head
Glimpse inside
at the highways of my jammed mind

Tell me it’s so
I won’t let it
Gone are the days
I listen to the dictates of others
without weighing
My feelings
on one side
My thoughts
on the other

I help me help myself
I help me unhurt
I measure and remeasure
My own self-worth

Because
I belong to me
I am a story
I am a series of stories
I exist on many planes

You don’t need to get
on my board
on my level(s)
with my program

I hope you might
Try care think to listen
But the truth is
Here’s me without you

See me, un-see me, re-see me
Here, there, where
I want dream plan to be

Chant with me
if you dare
Re, re, re

Find me at the intersection
of intersectionality
Find me at the joining
of re- and claiming

I am—
the art of reclaiming

—Joy Stoffers, Festival Blogger