|Ferguson, Missouri. Nov. 24, 2014. (Photo by Adrees Latif/Reuters)|
from "Power" by Audre Lorde:
I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot woundsand a dead child dragging his shattered blackface off the edge of my sleepblood from his punctured cheeks and shouldersis the only liquid for milesand my stomachchurns at the imagined taste whilemy mouth splits into dry lipswithout loyalty or reasonthirsting for the wetness of his bloodas it sinks into the whitenessof the desert where I am lostwithout imagery or magictrying to make power out of hatred and destructiontrying to heal my dying son with kissesonly the sun will bleach his bones quicker.
|(photo by Joshua Roberts/Reuters)|