a natural inheritance
Jul 30, 2017 · 2 min read
Children of The Apocalypse: Conjuring Black Femme Survival
“Out of the huts of history’s shame, I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain, I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise, into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise, Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave…” — Maya Angelou












