9. A child in 2200 sees your photo and asks who that is. What would you like the answer to be?

"This was someone real, before."
How the future will be determines my story.
Will it just end there?

I'll assume it doesn't.

So whoever's holding my visage
Can fabricate and guess.
But a few things they should get right:

I was Black, Queer, and expressed myself
in the ways I could.
Grew up in the woods,
Lived in an ancient city.
Struggled under oppressive systems,
Wished and tried for something better.
An idle poet who named themself
After a tree species.
Someone who lived.

And that's just my story.