And So Many Are Dear

When you’re called,
you go, Sesshu says. 
But I’m afraid
I won’t go far enough
to stop them
even though
people are dying.
And even though
people are dying,
I remain 
Chicana, a woman 
who won’t keep
this mouth, 
or the other, shut.
So should I
get out of bed  
to write?
Does what I
write matter?
Sesshu says: reread 
Oscar Zeta Acosta’s 
The Revolt of the Cockroach People.
Then I remember:
when you’re
called,
you go.

Credit

Copyright © 2025 by Diana Marie Delgado. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 21, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“I am fortunate to be engaged in poetic communication—exchanging postcards, letters, audio messages, and calls with inspiring poets. These interactions shape my work and are woven into my private and public poetic life. The poet Sesshu Foster, whose life blends social activism into his practice, influenced me, urging me to reconsider what it means to speak up, especially in spaces where brown women are ‘invited’ but not fully heard. This poem is an invitation for us to step into our power where we stand and enter every space as our true selves—mindful of those whose lives and voices are being extinguished.” 
—Diana Marie Delgado