I know people whose tongues stumble over they and their,
when referring to a single person.
It’s plural, they will insist, scoffing at the way this language, which has conquered so many, has finally been made to fight for the right side.
I feel sorry for them.
What small imaginations they must have,
To not understand
That we contain multitudes. We are complex. How narrow and small their souls must be.
To fear those who contain infinities.