Intersections.
Consider it for a second, she saidExisting at many intersectionswhere your existence is a wound.See it and know it for yourself. How is it that my existence is a wound?my blackness––my body and my flesh––isperceived as gangrene. necrotic.to be scraped off.to reveal a whiter skin.Living in the wake of slavery,for here, to be black means to be invisible.to be closest… Read more →