“White people don’t know us like we know them.”
— Paul Mooney
“A witch gently weeps under a tree.”
—
Danielle Mari Nidea, from “Witches,” written c. September 2017
Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am fun again
that shel Silverstein poem that’s like
“She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.”
is one of the biggest reasons I try to be as authentic as possible, like the idea that I might be walking past the very people I seek petrifies me and haunts me. Even tho I’m not like Everyone’s favorite, I want to be seen and known by the people who come from the same slice of the universe I was invented in.
alekawitch 