It's a struggle but that's why we exist, so that another generation of Lesbians of color will not have to invent themselves, or their history, all over again.
Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway, whether or not we speak.
Wherever the bird with no feet flew, she found trees with no limbs.
If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.
Well, I do not want to be tolerated, nor misnamed. I want to be recognized.
When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.