nayyirahwaheed:we birth them. we take care of their mouths. until they are able tobring the food. to
nayyirahwaheed:we birth them. we take care of their mouths. until they are able tobring the food. to it. with their own. hand. and when they beginto speak.when the children begin to speak.make a noise. larger. bigger than. themselves.older. than their. parents. elders. the world.when they murmur. in the voice of a fresh ancestor. on a wednesday evening. a small power.the thunder. and the hands yell.‘stay in a child’s place.’‘you think you grown.’'children. should be seen. and not heard.’we threaten their sound.confuse their sound. get up early and dig uptheir autonomy. from the root.send it into their feet. the back of their necks. to live. and this is how the loud light. and the hands. steal. throats. windpipes. larynxes. pulses. early.this is how. we. become throatlessadults. blooming. with apathy.living. with hearts. that don’t beat. unable to tell the daylight. from the pain. the children. can save us. if we let them. — thoughts on amandla. willow. and jaden | the age of agency. nayyirah waheed. -- source link
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