We are not
extinct, though I thinkmyself into the past.
You wake upin the middle
of the night certainthere is someone
outside your window,afraid
that we will do to youwhat you’ve done to us.
A bullet
sneaking through thetrees, smallpox-infected
blankets presented to youas housewarming gifts—this threat of painis worse
than the pain itselfand when I speak
it’s to make you ache.
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“What if we took all this anger born of righteous love and aimed it?”
—Ijeoma Olou, “We women can be anything. But can we be angry?” Medium.com
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