by Molina Speaks
(This poem was scribed to reflect an international conversation about the intersections of Art and Democracy. Molina was commissioned as the live poetic scribe of the Biennial of the Americas 2015.)
Democracy In Motion
We are born of legacies
Of genocide in the americas.
Is democracy our way out?
If art is democracy than Yes.
Here in the deserts of Justice
We conserve space for Interaction.
In these modern shapes we have fashioned
We do not function whole, fractured.
Questioned and driven to be relevant
We create allies out of the clays we mold.
Without support, it is merely our desire sold, so
We meet creative chaos with necessity.
In the land of plenty we are well supplied with fancy words
But sometimes short on laughter and tears.
Shedding our fear we seek return to raw emotion.
Our artistic energies, Democracy in Motion.