Archivo por meses: septiembre 2017

my blackness as. . .

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The combination of color, genes, and ancestry my kinfolk and I have been imbued with alots us — or, at the very least, alots me, which is still a very generous dosage — a specific duality. Hidden underneath and weaved within my double conscious and my ebonics and my yes ma’am’s and no sirs lays a malleability known to no one else on Earth.

Did you get that?

My color, my genes, and my ancestry sum into a very rare duality.

Did you get it now?

I am black, which means I am bandage; my being bandage renders me as blade. I am both. I am weapon and wound, the sanguine and the salve on top.

TO BE CONTINUED

transforming silence into action

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«I HAVE come to believe over and over again that what is most
important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even
at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. That the
speaking profits me, beyond any other effect. I am standing here
as a Black lesbian poet, and the meaning of all that waits upon
the fact that I am still alive, and might not have been.»