�All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique.
All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last,
to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.�
? James Baldwin
�. . . and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive�
? Audre Lorde,
The Black Unicorn: Poems
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive�
? Audre Lorde,
The Black Unicorn: Poems
Midweek Motif ~ Survival
Breaking the cycle of violence
against women and girls. Stopping violence altogether.
Today, I am thinking of the ones who
don't survive. Of the ones who do.
Of surviving huge violence and
violence others might perceive
as small. I want to write, but how
to take one event and emotion
from among so many that
stuff up our mouths?
Your challenge: Speak about survival so that others may listen. Write a new poem because that is what we do.
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Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others
in the spirit of the community.
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(Next week, Susan's Midweek Motif will be Energy, as in Vitality)
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