Thank You, Staceyann Chin
Staceyann, you give my throat the words and moans and screams and wants that sometimes lay stuck behind my tongue.
I need to be held.
I need to hold.
Me, this single womxn who lives alone and has not held another soul since I hugged my Mama goodbye on March 14th, marches here, in Los Angeles,
matching Power fist to Power fist, in solidarity;
“I see you, My Sister, My Brother;”
blowing kisses to my Goddaughters, and weeps dry tears as Mr. Floyd’s writhing fight for breath floats by my mind’s eye every 13 or so hours, or minutes.
I am exhausted, too; I am psychically spent within every cell of my Black body.
My muscles and my tendons cry out as I march with my fellow
world-changers,
and I lovingly whisper back to them, “Keep going. Keep going.”
Keep going. Thank you.
I need to be held.
I need to hold.
Me, this single womxn who lives alone and has not held another soul since I hugged my Mama goodbye on March 14th, marches here, in Los Angeles,
matching Power fist to Power fist, in solidarity;
“I see you, My Sister, My Brother;”
blowing kisses to my Goddaughters, and weeps dry tears as Mr. Floyd’s writhing fight for breath floats by my mind’s eye every 13 or so hours, or minutes.
I am exhausted, too; I am psychically spent within every cell of my Black body.
My muscles and my tendons cry out as I march with my fellow
world-changers,
and I lovingly whisper back to them, “Keep going. Keep going.”
Keep going. Thank you.
Hey my darling fierce powerful beautiful activist cousin. Thanks for posting this! I see YOU! In solidarity Black Lives Matters. Love, Yvette
ReplyDeleteCousaaaan!!! I am just seeing this! Thank you, Yvetteeeeee!!!!! I love you!!💕❤️😘
DeleteYvetteeeeee!!!!!!
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