The news this past week has been overwhelming, and has hit close to home for me in multiple ways. Since yesterday, this poem has been on my mind:
i have walked a long time
much longer than death that splinters
wid her innuendos.
my life, ah my alien life,
is like an echo of nostalgia
bringen blue screens to bury clouds
rinsen wite stones stretched among the sea.
you, man, will you remember me when i die?
will you stare and stain my death and say
i saw her dancen among swallows
far from the world’s obscenities?
you, man, will you remember and cry?
– from I Have Walked a Long Time, by Sonia Sanchez
Peace to all who fight to live another day, whether it is against injustice, oppression, or the thoughts in your own head.