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One time when I came home crying after being called nasty names at school, he told me to fight back. If I couldn’t use my fists and feet to fight back, he said, to then pick up a brick and use that to fight back instead.
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photography
listening to the ancestors as we move into the next world
is it blind faith or is it hope?
i look for the light in me as i look for the light in you
we lean into the light and feel our power
they said because of our thickness, we would never measure up to the standard of beauty
here we are with galaxies emerging from our weary, black women’s bodies
transcending here and now, conjuring there
abundance
i am enough
i am love
i am a spark of the divine
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