BIO
Martina McGowan, MD is a physician, poet, public speaker, and activist in the fight against social, racial, and sexual injustices. She is the author of “i am the rage,” a poetic exploration of living inside injustice, released February 2021 by SourceBooks. She is a contributor to the anthology, "2020; The Year that Changed America," and a Deputy Editor for “The Elevation Review Magazine.”
The Return to Rain
After Sandra Maria Esteves
When I speak to you of rain
I wish to say
Thank you
Thank you for your malleability
Raising us up from dust and seawater
Into the formation of human-shaped creatures
Filling us to the brim
Life-bringing
Life-giving
Life-sustaining
The waters of life
Moving through and around us
With us
Holding our memories and our ways
The ways of our ancestors
Waiting for recovery, renewal, and restoration of our spirits
Always available to us
If we but open our hearts and minds
Listen and receive
Each time the rains come
Let us bask, bathe, and swim in its glories
Grateful for the knowledge, truth, and hope
It brings
When I speak to you of rain
I wish to say
Thank you
For all it holds in abeyance
Until the time of our completion
When we come into ourselves again
Awaiting
Our return
To the old ways of seeing and knowing
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Borderless and Boundless
After Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano
Borderless is the mind
Scouting the universe
Examining time
For all that life and destiny hold
No border separates
Mind and body
The mind knows what
The body needs
But is often aphasia
Or does it speak, and we forsake listening
The spirit ever-pursuing
Cohesion and balance
Boundless is the heart’s search
For love
Stepping beyond borders
Of fabricated and factitious lines of separation
And slipping through categories like water
Our mind
Our bodies
Our spirits
Our hearts
Solicit love
Petition for peace
Long for sanctuary
Trusting that we will arrive at a safe harbor
Where there are no more borders
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Each Other’s Business
After Gwendolyn Brooks
We are each other's business
Each other’s harvest
Each other’s concerns
Even when we do not wish to be
Synthetically typecast by colonizers
Through the agency of color
We still rise from the same soil
We rise and fall together
Our ebb and flow
Our oscillations and our very vibrations
Move in consensus
Our fates forever intertwined and sealed
Locked into a communal history
And a common future
Indivisible
But always divided
Confronting new opportunities
To seek or return to a better country
A place worth inhabiting
And worth bringing children into
Can we successfully remove this yoke
Can we move this millstone of hate
Up a mountain of redemption
Or must we like Sisyphus be bound to
Watching it roll back down into the filth
Only to magnify our baser natures
And begin again
Over
And over