Prayer

May I be the drum. O, let the earth beat me with all its grief— the drumsticks of gloom slapping my hide— but may I still remain the origin of dance.    O, let me claim what was sent to claim me. Let the world beat me with all its woes but let me not […]

j.w i bless you for training my heart for war for making me believe it’s not every girl who prefers her lover black and smart and whatever e.w i celebrate you like the way a country celebrates its independence like the way our house celebrated the conception of a barren aunty remember in junior high […]