“My anger has meant pain to me but it has also meant survival, and before I give it up I'm going to be sure that there is something at least as powerful to replace it on the road to clarity."
I wrote this in a journal a couple years back:
Anger speaks loudly
never questions if she is heard.
When worn on a black woman’s face
Now, I am not condoning violence here. We are all multifaceted and allowed to carry an array of emotions within us. Anger being one of them.
When I speak of anger I am referring to the fuel that it ignites within us.
A fuel that can be redirected and repurposed into something uplifting and constructive.
Anger can push us through events where no other emotion feels appropriate as a reaction.
I am allowed to be angry.
Just as much as I am a womyn and just as much as I am black.
These three elements combined are more than an archetype.
More than a source of amusement to the very power structure that created it.
Our resting witch face reminds people that...
a part of our
Because anger is real