Poem - Freedom
I had originally planned this post to be about intersectionality (to the best of my ability anyway).
I would still like to post about that, but it's big, and I mean big to write and talk about intersectionality because it spans so much pain and I want to do it justice. So I'm sharing a poem instead because right now my heart is tender, and in times like this poetry seems to be the best language for me.
Little girls, little boyslittle boxes left to ticklittle spaces to squeeze intoSmall minds, small wordssmall lives to run fromsmall hives behind youBlack and whiteColored or rightWhose hands to holdand mouths to feedWhose shoes to fillto be brave and boldLittle whispers, little murmurslittle secrets held in linenlove found, love lost in foldsUnyielding bodies provocationWielding might but still hiddenBig minds, big wordsbig lives to run tobig hives before youBlack and whiteColored and rightThese hands to holdand mouths to feedThese shoes to fillto be brave and boldEnormous voices, massive choicesRising proud, rising loudLove grown, love shownUnyielding bodies incitationwielding might not overriddenUnrelenting transformationAscending revolutionary nationLet freedom ring, let freedom reign!
- Angela Defendini
Photo - Anna Shvets