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I am my love.

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My love is deeper,tighter,sweeter,higher,flyer— Didn’t you know this, or didn’t you notice? —Jill Scott, “My Love”
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My love is deeper,
tighter,
sweeter,
higher,
flyer—
Didn’t you know this,
or didn’t you notice?

—Jill Scott, “My Love”

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Our history had been arranged to hide us from our secret names— but God knows who we are. —Cassandra Wilson, “Memphis”
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Our history had been arranged

to hide us from our secret names—

but God knows who we are.

—Cassandra Wilson, “Memphis”

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“
Love consists in this: that
two solitudes border and protect
and salute one another.
—Rainer Maria Rilke ”
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Sighted: flower buds in Park Slope. Spring is coming.
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Sighted: flower buds in Park Slope. Spring is coming.

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*bites lip*
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*bites lip*

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There are days like this.

When I don’t feel like writing.

When I don’t feel like querying.

When I don’t feel like submitting.

When I know how talented I am and yet despair of having to prove it all the time to blocked artists who sought positions of power so that they could pass judgment on other people’s art instead of making their own.

And then do it anyway.

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It’s Lent. This song always gives me the shivers—especially when I see Mary Magdalene (in the orange dress) dancing at the end. YOU get the power. YOU get the glory. FOREVER AMEN.

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Every man want to act like he’s exempt—
Need to get down to his knees and repent—
Can’t slick talk on the day of judgement—
With movements similar to a serpent—
Tried to play straight, how your whole style bent?—

Consequence is no coincidence.

Hypocrites always want to play innocent—
Always want to take it to the full out extent—
Always want to make it seem like good intent—
Never want to face it when it’s time for punishment—

I know you don’t want to hear my opinion.
There come many paths and you must choose one
and if you don’t change then the rain soon come, see,
you might win some
but you just lost one.

You might win some
but you just lost one.

You might win some
but you just lost one.

—Lauryn Hill, “Lost Ones,” The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

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Why ever be sad, when there are things like this in the world?

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