This was a book I read slowly, little by little, to savor the rhythm and eloquence of the words. My copy is full of sticky notes, marking the pages where I felt especially moved. Here are just a few such passages:
From “At First”:
“We became paid professionals of pain,
Specialists in suffering,
Aces of the ache,
Masters of the moan.
March shuddered into a year,
Sloshing with millions of lonely,
An overcrowded solitude.”
From “& So”:
“Since the world is round,
There is no way to walk away
From each other, for even then
We are coming back together.”
From “Fury & Faith”:
“But the point of protest isn’t winning;
It’s holding fast to the promise of freedom,
Even when fast victory is not promised.
Meaning, we cannot stand up to police
If we cannot cease policing our imagination,
Convincing our communities that this won’t work,
When the work hasn’t even begun,
That this can wait.
When we’ve already waited out a thousand suns.
By now, we understand
That white supremacy
& the despair it demands
Are as destructive as any disease.”
From “The Miracle of Morning”:
“While we might feel small, separate & all alone,
Our people have never been more closely tethered.
The question isn’t if we can weather this unknown,
But how we will weather this unknown together.
So, on this meaningful morn, we mourn & we mend.
Like light, we can’t be broken, even when we bend.”
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