There is a line in “How We Became the Pirates” by Kei Miller that cut deep the first time I read it.
And what a thing to mock – the way we shape words differently.
I suppose it cuts so deep because it gets straight to heart of what I’ve always found so difficult to reconcile about humans. How a species that is capable of so much good so often gets sidetracked by hate. That even when we speak the same language, we still find ways of dividing ourselves. Of discriminating against others. Making judgements before ever speaking a word to someone.
“How We Became the Pirates” may be a short poem, but it is an incredibly powerful one, and I love it. I will definitely be reading more of Kei Miller from here on out.
Suggestions for artists I should check out? Please contact me with your ideas. I hope you enjoyed your daily helping of art!
