Last night called and called and called on the oracle of the Lorde. We lifted up the name Korryn Gaines. We remembered how long we’ve been sayinghername. We affirmed the power of our communities and reclaimed our bodies from the state. We investigated our own practices and positions of power. We shared our fears, insights and dreams. We remembered that the difference is being ready. Being present. Being here. Together.
If you are looking for more opportunities to get and stay ready, join us next Friday for Maybe: Afro-Pessimism and Revolutionary Mothering or the following week for our next intensive Last is a Verb: Archiving After the End of the World.
Here are the poems we created. With love.
Reclaiming Power (in honor of our communities of accountability)
by the participants in “The Difference Between Poetry and Rhetoric: Responding to Police Violence”
I believe in the power of black mothers
I believe in the power of black women historians
I believe in the power of immigrant women
I believe in the power of black girls
I believe in the power of our bodies
I believe in the power of incarcerated youth
I believe in the power of black femmes
I believe in the power of South asian & brown femmes
I believe in the power of poetry
I believe in the power of our political prisoners
I believe in the power of the water of the world
I believe in the power of griots
I believe in the power of afro-xicanxas and afro latinxs
I believe in the power of collective Black Girl Magic
I believe in the power of real, authentic solidarity
I believe in the power of radical, collective healing
I believe in the power of the people of Durham, NC
I believe in the power of women of color mothers
I believe in the power of queer people of color
I believe in the power of those at the bottom of the ocean
I believe in the power of those who speak our mother tongues
I believe in the power of our ancestral and spirit guides
I believe in the power of libraries
I believe in the power of collaboration
I believe in the power of curiosity
I believe in the power of sisterhood
I believe in the power of those people and places that helped raise me up
I believe in the power of my Philly Community!
I believe in the power of my nieces
I believe in the power of poor people
I believe in the power of “rioutous cities” like Baltimore
I believe in the power of black beauticians
I believe in the power of our cultural currency
I believe in the power of my homegirls
I believe in the power of my faith family
I believe in the power of the people of south side of chicago and troy, alabama
I believe in the power of my son’s liberation.
I believe in the power of galaxies and outer space
Between
by the participants in “The Difference Between Poetry and Rhetoric”
“the difference
between poetry and rhetoric
is being ready
to kill
yourself
instead of your children.”
-Audre Lorde in “Power”
“been
black
black
been
but
between”
– from the “b” oracle in the Lorde Concordance of “Power”
between black and black
between living and surviving
between ancestors and dreams
between proximity and possibility
between a comma and a period
between reclaimed freedom and self-imposed prison
between sanity and survival
between theory and practice
between me and us
between ice creamed surprises and “good cops”
between my body and his story about my body
between resistance and existence
between been and fitting’ to
between the lesser of two evils and choosing no choice at all
between our lived reality and the fairy tale
between childhood and tallness
between not another and never again
between my faith in myself and the glory of acting on faith
between Black mothers and Black children
between safety and trust
between compassion and implication
between justice and Black Girl Magic
between us and ourselves
between power and foresight
between i and i
between hatred and collaboration
between yes and yesterday
between love and privilege
between hardness and the journey to softness
between ancestral and elderly wisdom
and the leadership of our emerging freedom fighters
between the healing power of plants and the healing power of your hands
between love and the capacity for more love
between the veil and it’s being pulled back
between gone but not forgotten