Salty Purple Thread

I spat the salt, bringing out the clot in my heart. With naked eyes i saw my discriminatory forming into words You held my hand as i encircle my spits Letting me see, absorb, processing myself I turned and reverse the circle, bringing you in my hands You led me to my spat As I step, walk over it, the words are erased No salty words are ever seen again just traces of the old salt as a momento of my acceptance and tolerance Together, we washed our feet in clear, clean water

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Dialogues

Brandon
To my girfriend, I was the perfect girlfriend. To my killers, I was a gender bending freak. To the law i got what i deserved. Ultimately, I am a tragedy.

Sakia
What’s your issue?
My issue is- I never liked dudes.

FannyAnn
I broke the silence for us all. i brought the struggle for freedom and dignity in my own country to the world stage. Now, I’m silenced forever. As I worked late in my office in Freetown, several men broke in, raped and brutally murdered me. To all who knew me and shared the great privilege of my wit, sense of the absurd, steely determination, intelligence, and unwillingness to let bureaucracy and lies stand in the way of justice, my loss is incomprehensibly great.

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