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is it better to walk off the painor complain? i have found my answerincomplete and washed out by the rains and storms to come the horizon is red with possibility every ounce of thought you puttoward tearing this thing down once and for all will be worth itdespite the venom you must imbibefrom time toContinue reading “incomplete thot”

(1982) Audre Lorde, “Learning from the 60s” • — Read on http://www.blackpast.org/african-american-history/1982-audre-lorde-learning-60s/

i go down the rabbit road to visit my friendsi go down rabbit roadevery day makes it harder to support this machine; understand?every day makes it harderto go to school; understand?every day makes it harderto BREATHE; get me?hear me clearly every day makes it harder to live

“Women were in the forefront of the movement for national liberation in Ghana, then known as the Gold Coast prior to 1957. The early efforts of Nkrumah sought the full participation of women in the initial phases of organizing with the United Gold Coast Convention (UGCC) and the Committee on Youth Organization (CYO).” https://www.pambazuka.org/gender-minorities/pan-africanism-women%E2%80%99s-emancipation-and-meaning-socialist-development

i don’t need youto feel at homein this bodyi need me to fill a home in thisbody is likemy only homei ever knewchanged so much grewinto the power of LUV

the blackpoets kept me alive!when you told me i should strivethe blackpoets kept me alive!when you told us to be quietthe blackpoets kept we alive!when war turned day into nightthe blackpoets told us to fight!

ought ought ought ought to do bought bought bought bought a flu sought sought sought sought a crew drought drought drought drought of youth!

you don’t want the boy to know how much you want the boy to know so. don’t tell him much. you want the boy to know how much you want the boy to know so.

you deserve what you want and so do i i’m sorry sister goodbye, goodbye

you saw that i was afraid and called me a cowardyou saw that i was hungry and called me a beggaryou saw that i was tiredand called me lazyyou saw that i was angryand called me dangerwhat is the weight of all these things i cannot change?