Aja Monet

Powerful, poetic meditations on motherhood, sisterhood, spirituality, solidarity, displacement/gentrification, racism, and sexism.

My Mother Was a Freedom Fighter

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falling into one another words thrown at bare chests

he threw poverty at her head so fast one day had 

she no heart without which no love could overlook

 she would've said things he was not prepared to hear 

he was a series of small disappointments.

of secrets, they make love on grave sites i say this to say, your past never goes away ten years from now you may be caught pushing

your daughter in a cart down the grocery aisle and there are still those women women whose bodies tense and quake when they see you, whose blood boils with flashbacks of your fingers around their throat, your thrust breaking them open memories on aisle 4

perhaps you are a better man now but you still hold her tight in nightmares sometimes it's too late the memory is stale is poison and gangrene sometimes it must be cut off in order to live.

state violence is as intimate as a forced kiss, busted lip or bloodied eye

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