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A Litany for Survival

For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours

For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.

And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
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.

carolamart
carolamart:
““My girl is holy, is sacred, is pure, is clean, is loved, is whole, is beautiful, is worthy, is okay, is alone, is just fine just the way you are girl just the way you look babe with that dirty mouth and those hands, wherever they have...
carolamart

My girl is holy, is sacred, is pure, is clean, is loved, is whole, is beautiful, is worthy, is okay, is alone, is just fine just the way you are girl just the way you look babe with that dirty mouth and those hands, wherever they have been and that sadness, whatever caused it and that anger, wherever it came from and that fear, who ever brought it you are my girl, girl, you are me.” - Warsan Shire.  Happy International Women’s Day! 

herkindoftea
The more I confess my frail humanity, the louder I hear the sound of another voice rising up in me, one that has some weight behind it. It is the voice of Hope, and Hope speaks with courage and a bit of a laugh. Because when those things we most fear will happen actually happen, we have a unique window of opportunity to take inventory of the battlefield in the aftermath. We look around, blink our eyes, listen to the quiet, and think to ourselves, I am not dead. That did not kill me after all.
Emily P. Freeman. A Million Little Ways  (via herkindoftea)
Source: raewrites