“All struggles are essentially power struggles. And most are no more intellectual than two rams knocking their heads together.” -Octavia Butler
This poem is about the walls I have built up to protect myself from you, from trust, from myself. It’s not working. It is also a poem about a city built from blackmade bricks and the struggle for physical space that many people of color think about daily for their families and organizations. What are the walls that support you? What are the walls that entrap you? Why have you built the walls you have built? What are they made of and how are they working?
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