Baby Making is an Act of Resistance
My mother told me that becoming a mother is a tremendous sacrifice.
My mother told me that becoming a mother is a tremendous sacrifice.
We take our own lives
through the silence
His decaying lips begged my heart to loosen its grip
We don’t die, yet how do we return?
Our faces turn up to receive
the sharp caress of the wind.
Sisters
The Coming is a communing with our Eegun; both our bloodline and our common pool of ancestors. Black stands as witness to testify to the endurance of their efforts.
Therein lies the necessity of working within agriculture or relationship building with the natural world: re-learning how to communicate with the Earth and our cohabitants for the posterity of humankind in its fullness.
There are certain formations where a beginning is both a beginning and an end.
Inside Grace there is a defiant knowing. Within her frame a soul is housed that will shield and protect her from the blows of society.