Our teachers told us what they thoughtWhat we wanted to hearWhat we needed to hearThey told us we weren’t going to close. I want to say goodbye to my friendsI want to go back to school. to be black and girl is to not only fear the slaughterof your body, but to fear the body itself. The fist has begun to tremorand we cold sweat as we march now,the megaphone repeating again and again I cannot breathe. Make my speeches gyrate like they dancin’ to Big Freedia,pronunciate my vowels, let them syncopate with the chatter of my teeth.

Source: New York Times October 09, 2020 23:03 UTC