I know I haven’t written on this here blog in a long time and I apologize for that. Serious things in my life arose and I cannot control that. I can however choose how I would like to respond to those things. And I believe that the writing process is apart of the healing process for our lives – and thus apart of the revolutionary project. For me, writing heals the wounds of oppression both personal and political, making me a stronger and more loving person. Which is something revolutionary under White Supremacist Patriarchal Capitalist alienation. Here is a free write from this morning, the goal of it being to get out any emotion onto the page:
parts of parts of you
Moving in moonlight
Wrapped like shrouds around the children of peril
And the gloating of the lesser gods forms a smothering circle.
I loved you through a hell storm.
Loved you like southern summers
mule bones, and dirt roads, and harmonicas, and the look on Uncle Floyds face as twilight sets on South Carolina.
Loved you like freedom
revolution and the people
Loved you throughout foreverness
And together I thought of shaping light
and making some new thought with you.
Taking the mud of our lives and transforming it in the service of truth
. . . and ourselves
finding homes that feel like mama’s heart beat
and anything but now
where life hurts.
Where words cut.
Where darkness doesn’t just reference the sun.