To my beloved sister comrade, conspirator, co-editor, new-age pen-pal, teacher (did I say sister? did I say comrade?) Mai'a Williams and my sweet cyber god-daughter Aza...how many ways do you make my world brighter? Mai'a and Aza you are my touchstone for revolution, my family on the scene, my lightning rod for what revolutionary mothering looks like as a practice on the scale of the universe, of the weather, of the planetary possibility of love. Rainbows in the desert. Mai'a: our relationship reminds me of the truth, that energy is not limited by space or time (or the legality of skype)! Aza: big-haired-cyber-auntie loves you and black feminism lives!!!
Speaking of energetic miracles...look how a farflung community of loved ones is airlifting an ancestor worshiper home into the arms of Audre Lorde with the sheer power of their faith: http://alexispauline.chipin.com/praise-the-lorde-st-croix-dream-trip
such rainbow
For Mai’a and Aza
After Audre Lorde’s “Prism”
no such rainbow
light breaks prayer
listening for plague
peals back skype longing
no such hell
no such wake up bell
untrue
there is a prism
crystal walking
revolutionary refract
there is a vision of pink hair
and cheering
girl voices squared in Tahrir
don’t sleep
if you don’t know
you don’t know
how hustle blows wind to
sand cut clarity
how late nights flame artful into home
how moonlit blessings
from silenced gods
make it all possible
we are taking such brightness to bed
dreams to art
we are choosing to clash open in color
glass our wishes into poems
art to dream late in morning
sand moon into glass
sleeptalking prayer
bruised gift of the future
we are holding it in our fists
burnt tribute of realness
we are wearing it on our faces
we are catalyzing sun
we are waking up ready
for such rainbows as this
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