i started thinking about what i want to do after finding marley is over, and i had all these exciting ideas floating around in my head, so now i’ve got six pages of notes about a story that i’ll probably never even have the time to write, woops
They tell me not to write love poems.
They say, Black people have no time.
The revolution needs protest songs and bleeding banners
and chants that will resurrect
They say there is nothing revolutionary about black love.
But more black girls die from invisibility
than from gunshots.
We can’t find our own reflections -
because when the world lives like we don’t exist,
eventually we believe it too.
But what is more revolutionary than two forgotten people
drawing each other back into reality?
way you love her is your revolution. Darling, won’t you sing about it?