there have been so many armies so many hungers food, land, water, the naming and naming of ourselves, chanting out in slogans the red, brown, black of us the “not-you” of us.
there have been so many citizens so many subjects kidnappings, rapes buyings and sellings at auction blocks. since then
ships and trains hurtling, planes gleaming so many travellers trading home for outsidership trading belonging for hope there have been so many.
there have been so many hands sowing, tilling, building, digging so many feet walking, standing till they drop, marching, running so many hearts holding so many.
I am a chronically ill queer artist and writer. I have a number of degrees in higher education and have spent most of my life interested and active in social movements against racism, militarism, misogyny and homophobia. Over the course of my life, I have worked in the world of alternate news, translation, law, teaching, and with progressive cultures, music, poetry, performers, and artists. I speak and understand a few languages and plan to share media in them on this blog. I am a poetry, art, music, and nature lover with an especial fondness for cats!
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