And He was asking him, "What is your name?" And he said to Him, "My name is Multitude; for we are many."

To Be Black and Woman and Alive is To Be the Witch That Wouldn’t Burn

« is to survive the White Man with their needles and nooses

and the black men with their hearts in their knuckles »


today I wanted to share some [intervention] poetry with you; I don’t think commentary is required.

image: photo of “Old Sibby Kelly,” born slave, who was a “granny woman” or midwife in Georgia. (Cf. Slavery and Rice Culture in Low Country Georgia, 1750-1860, by Julia Floyd Smith)


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