We Must Be Consistent With Our Outrage
I have never known war. I have never felt the cold grip of occupation nor been confronted by the ugly face of prejudice. This absence of suffering makes me question how I would act if it were my back against the wall. Surely non-violent resistance, morally
A Queen Once Lay Here
My tongue bleached My flag burnt from my skin Set up in flames, erasing any existence that I was once here That my blood bled right here, That these veins etched into my skin, Held such pride, held such dignity, This golden skin of mine Made from God Almighty above I was a