for some time now, I have imagined the earth as a broken, battered body
most likely that of a brown woman
her skin eroded
tears crashing onto emaciated banks
the work to be done is healing
and many things can happen at once during an extraordinary healing event
the healer must oscillate
triage the trauma and damage incurred
(you can only dress one wound with two hands at once)
there are so many social injustices and clamoring voices who need to be heard
on this sister planet we share
but let’s not let inter-claimed-connectionality get in the way of focused advocacy
because, dear healers, it’s not about abandoning all other pieces of your identity
it’s about abandoning the expectation that the good work on one frontier will necessarily benefit and “advance” other demographics
But! There’s a time for everything!
Welllllllll… there’s also not a time for things,
Black Lives Matter is about black lives mattering.
when a report about the legacy of slavery has opened and brought attention to a gaping, festering wound
it’s not the time to make it about anyone else
It’s not about you. It’s about black lives. And how deeply they matter.