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A litany forival by Audrey Lord.

For those of us who live at the shoreline,

standing upon the constant edges of decision,

crucial and alone,

for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice, who love in

doorways coming and going in the hours between dawns, looking inward and outward at once before

and after, seeking a now that can breed futures like bread in our children's mouths so their

dreams will not reflect the death of ours. For those of us who were imprinted with fear,

like a faint line in the center of our foreheads, learning to be afraid with our mother's milk,

for by this weapon, this illusion of some safety to be found, the heavy-footed hope to silence us.

For all of us, this instant, and this triumph, we were never meant to survive.

And when the sun rises, we are afraid it might not remain. When the sun sets, we are afraid

it might not rise in the morning. When our stomachs are full, we are afraid of indigestion. When our stomachs are

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