As I write this, you
are not even a glimmer in anyone's eye.
When you read this, I'll
be long gone.
Please, bear with my archaic words.
I mean, "mixed race?" We're all coffee and cream, right?
And, "lesbian?" No one stares or cares anymore.
But that's why I'm writing.
To remind you.
To remind you that we wiped out measles once . . .
and let it creep back.
We won our reproductive freedom . . .
and lost it bit by bit.
Hell, we were the free fucking world . . .
until we stopped paying attention.
Pay attention, child.
You don't want to be fluent
in grandma's dead language.
A letter to a future descendant for Real Toads