Property in our ravenous economy 

is dead matter. 

It comes alive only 

as someone puts a price on it. 

It has no value unless and until 

a human being owns it. 

The same entity, 

in her unassaulted, natural state, 

throbs with worth and agency. 


she waits for no permission 

or instruction 

from the scheming 

of other beings. 

She is networked 

with countless sentient neighbors. 

All of them take 

only what they need. 

They give in equal measure, 

knowing the exchange 

sustains everyone. 

There is no gotcha, 

no one-up, 

no gain at the expense of the other. 

In fact, they don’t know other. 

They feel only we. 

We dominators push and shove 

to divide what we deem 


be that copper, lithium, oil, trees, water. 

We extract 

and sell off as much 

as we can 

until the swindle is exposed, 

even longer –  

like cigarettes, oil, insurance. 

By then, addiction has set in, 

until we go cold turkey 

to save ourselves, 

our so-called property, 

our Mother Earth. 

About Michaela McCormick

Michaela McCormick is a white-bodied transgender activist currently working with Extinction Rebellion, and a Buddhist student/teacher drawing from many wisdom traditions. Her political/liberatory work includes teaching and organizing for the transformation of white supremacist, colonialist, patriarchal, earth-spoiling capitalism into just, compassionate, regenerative systems and relationships. For 25 years she worked as a teacher, trainer, and practitioner of conflict resolution and public dialogue. She has written two memoirs and now writes poetry and essays on social and spiritual themes.


annie’s Speech at Fleet Week