Okay so.


It's been a weird week.


One of those weeks where the house feels interminably dirty, and you can't recover your sleep debt to save your life, and one day you just cried — that's all you did that day.


I found some solace in poetry, specifically in quotes and poems by Upile Chisala; this isn't the first time I've quoted her, I literally can't get enough.


So today we will read poems and rest. We're doing great, we're almost at the (week)end.

 

 

"And if you're feeling small today, I dare you to sit up straighter. Look someone who scares you directly in the eye. Take up room at the dinner table. Make yourself bigger. And when 'sorry' laps at the back of your tongue. when 'sorry' tries to pick up after you, remind yourself that your existence doesn't demand an apology. that you are allowed to make mess and take up space. Do not be afraid to expand. Every single goddamn minute.
Expand. Expand. Expand."

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"I speak two tongues; my colonizer's better than my mother's. This is the first problem."

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"The practice of letting go of gone things and saying
'That wasn't mine, but mine is on the way.'"

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"1. I have been many women for you.
2. No more."

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"there is danger in letting people misname you.
you are a fire,
don't answer when they call you a spark."

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"We are the granddaughters
of the witches
you could not burn."

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"If you are a miracle on thunder thighs
wrapped in sacred skin,
this is a poem
to remind you to stop and feel
the life traveling in your body,
you are many great things.
you are many great things.
you are many great things."

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"I am dripping
melanin and
honey.
I am black
without apology."


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