we are the ones we have been waiting for
When life descends into the pit I must become my own candle Willingly burning my self To light up the darkness around me.
Animals were not made for us, or our use. They have their own use, which is just being who they are.
Some colored people so scared of whitefolks they claim to love the cotton gin.
Activism is my rent for living on the planet.
As we talked of freedom and justice one day for all, we sat down to steaks. I am eating misery, I thought, as I took the first bite. And spit it out.