We’re Not Okay, But We Will Be
We gather in silence, screens full of light,
Trying to serve, to write, to obey what feels right.
But outside our rituals, outside our games,
There’s a weight in the world we cannot name.
The Dommes feel it too, though they stand so tall,
Their hands still steady, their voices still call.
But behind their strength is a flicker of strain,
A quiet endurance, a trace of pain.
And the subs who kneel, who ache to please,
Now fight off fear on hands and knees.
The joy feels distant, the laughter thin,
The darkness sometimes finds its way in.
We’re not okay. None of us are.
Not the boys in cages, nor the queens who spar.
Not the ones who lead, or those who yield—
We all have scars not fully healed.
But this is not the end of the song.
We have each other, and we are strong.
We write, we post, we serve, we play,
We lift each other, day by day.
Like all hard things, this too will pass,
The cold will thaw, the storm won’t last.
We’ll build again, with care, with grace,
A stronger, softer, fiercer place.
We’re not okay. Not yet. Not now.
But we’ll get through it—we’ll remember how.
The love we live, the bonds we see,
Will carry us forward.
We will be.
I was inspired to write this poem by Mizz Geena’s words.
I reached out to her during a moment of real despair, panic, sadness, and anger crashing over me as I watched the cruelty and destruction unfolding in our country. So many people suffering. So many lives torn apart by cold, petty power. I felt helpless. I felt broken.
And she answered.
She reminded me that I wasn’t alone in that pain. That none of us are okay right now. That everyone who stands for something real, for something good, is hurting in this moment.
But more than that, she reminded me of our strength.
Our belief.
Our love.
Our community.
We are in the dark right now. But this isn’t forever.
Goodness does not vanish just because it gets buried for a time. We are many. We are hurting. But we are also resilient, and we will overcome.
We are not okay.
Not today.
But we will be.
I’ll be honest, I’m not one for poetry and that’s ok. But I think the words alone are pretty important here.
I see what chaos, what disruption is being shown on international news, it truely is awful what is going on. The approach, the thinking (well is there any?).
I struggle to see how this man has been voted to power, but I think this is the flaw in the systems – it’s either a popularity contest, male testosterone driven, or who is the least worst choice.
But sadly, for yourselves I can’t even work out the logic that happened. It just makes no sense.
One thing is sure though, and you aren’t alone. Others are certainly with you, and just appalled by what’s going on.
Love it, Levi! Good timing too.
Thank you Levi – well done.
Solidarity forever, hermano.
Mutual Aid.
When the institutions we trusted fail us, we have to be the alternative.
Community must be the future.
Awesome man!