When my time in this body is finished Let me be remembered as Black and Womxn of my own choosing Angry Defiant Joyful Triumphant Let them forget what I endured Exhault in what I refused to accept Dance in what I chose to resist Let me die not as Queen I will leave the room … Continue reading A Song for One Old Womxn
Category: Poetry
NaPoWriMo
Malala was shot in the face. Assata was nearly beaten to death in prison even as she carried her child. Berta Caceras was murdered. Sandra Bland died in police custody. Erica Garner's heart failed under the strain Why do they only care when our bodies are forfeit When our blood becomes the ink in … Continue reading NaPoWriMo
Even Monsters Need Flowers, Conclusion
Final thoughts, and an affirmation of radical self love. I am a Black and Indigenous Womxn. I have been enslaved and colonized. All that has been stolen, all that has been murdered, all that has been snuffed out and destroyed flows in my blood, thrums in my bones. I have internalized all of that … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers, Conclusion
Salted Honey and Self Love
I always find what I need from the words, the mouths, the souls of Black Womxn. Without fail. Without cease. Without lies. The way that our poetry cuts and heals at the same time. The way it makes me wander off in my head and heart to my past, trying to capture why it was … Continue reading Salted Honey and Self Love
I Am the Broom
Something that I notice as I navigate online spaces that are dedicated to anti-racism work with white people is that in the ones that seem to have the largest followings and support there is a foundational sentiment of kindness and sometimes even an expression of loving acceptance for the white people in those spaces. … Continue reading I Am the Broom
Embracing the Dark
I am an angry Black Womxn because white people keep showing me why I need to stay mad. ~ Gaian Bird Always reading Women Who Run with the Wolves, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. It's one of those books like a holy scripture for me. In those lists of the the top three or four people … Continue reading Embracing the Dark
Writing to Survive
I posted this quote this morning on learning that Ursula LeGuin has passed on from this place. I have not been a follower or reader of her work, but this quote sounded a bell within me. I began writing when I was about nine. I remember being in love with the idea of a diary, … Continue reading Writing to Survive
