Aja Monet performing a poem for the W.O.W. Festival R.A.P. Party at Southbank Centre, London march, 2013
yes, deeply, passionately, clumsily, openly, ratchetdly, awkwardly, magically, soulfully, randomly, unequivocally so. i’m meeting myself for the first time, again.
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I have many. One of which happens to be a poem by Audre Lorde called, “A Litany for Survival” Thank you for asking.
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1 the legend is whispered in the women’s tent how the moon when she rises full follows some men into themselves and changes them there the season is short but dreadful shapeshifters they wear strange hands they walk through the houses at night their daughters do not know them 2 who is there to protect her from the hands of the father not the windows which see and say nothing no the moon that awful eye…
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