and what happened
when you left
all the water started to weep.
the lands ate our feet.
africa had to keep
sky from jumping into her lap from grief.
when you left.
we got out the pots.
and put our laughter into our teeth.
prepared meals. so we could release you.
let you go.
we ground the seed.
blew the spice.
you into being gone. we ate flowers and sniffed cinnamon sticks to perfume your leaving our bodies.
devour your body.
smile while they plucked your eyes into
their pockets for later.
the time when they will make your name. a war against us.
what happened when you
broke. and kneeled over in pain. and sang. and threw ourselves against the walls, against each other, and hid, and opened, and tossed ourselves into work, and danced, and shrank, and closed, and ate, and bled, and held on, and ignored, and accepted, and lied, and created, and drank, and drugged, and loved something/someone/somewhere/ourselves fiercer, and rejected, and swam, and yearned, and distanced, and clawed, and touched, and some of us will disown you because you hurt too much. some of us will have to say your name for a year before we are able to sleep.
when you left madiba
the same thing that happened
when you came.
you lit life on fire.
so rest beloved
rest in ease.
we will continue to make the soft fire from our skin.
you showed us how.
— what is left (the day after you have gone), nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
Spirit leaping from the screen… Healing bouncing around the room…
That is what is happening when we screen footage from the Mobile Homecoming. The Mobile Homecoming Film and Online Series along with the documentary about an affirming and inclusive Ifa Spiritual Community are coming along sooo well. They have already changed my life and I want them to change yours. After struggling for over a year I understand that the missing link is you. I need community support to get these projects done. I want community to support my shift from living un-sustainably as I get it done SLOW to living sustainably as I increase productivity and accountability.
This fundraiser is to support the liberation work of Julia Roxanne Wallace/Sangodare Akinwale using multimedia and art as a tool to connect to legacy. Collaborating with Sista Docta Alexis Pauline Gumbs, we facilitate transformation and the transfer of legacy through the Mobile Homecoming (MbHc), black feminist film school (bffs) and Queer Renaissance.
Learn more at indiegogo.com/projects/when-we-free-by-every-means-media—2
The Brown Menace: Audre Lorde Resurrection Sunday #3
Launched on Nov. 17th 2013 on the 21st anniversary of Audre Lorde’s transition from an embodied warrior healer to an ancestral force, this is a weekly series of videos documenting and sharing my process of clarifying survival through a re-immersion in the words of Audre Lorde. To see all the videos so far check out: http://ift.tt/1hRAckY
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This week’s poem is “The Brown Menace or Poem to the Survival of Roaches” from Lorde’s 1974 collection New York Head Shop and Museum. Cherrie Moraga referenced this as one of her favorite poems by Audre Lorde at the Sister Comrade event in Oakland some years back and I see it as one of her most confrontational and brave poems ever! The assignment for this week (in addition to celebrating the survival of those of us who face extermination) is to think about a person who DISGUSTS you. It could be a person that you know in your community or it could be a political figure (mine was Clarence Thomas for a long time) and look for the lesson, “the indestructible part of yourself” that you see in that person or in your reaction to them.
How do we become as resilient as roaches? We evolve in the face of what we don’t want to see about ourselves!
Every week as part of my practice of resurrecting Audre Lorde in my life and in our communities I will be making an alphabetical oracle from the weekly survival poem which will consist of up to 26 new poems based on the sacred source text. If you would like to receive a custom poem as a blessing for your journey you can with a donation of your choice to Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind’s School of Our Lorde!
$10-20 one time donation:
A Black Feminist Oracle Poem (aka alphabetical found poem from within this week’s poem) sent directly to your inbox!
(Just include the intention you want blessed and a letter of the alphabet so I can distill your poem!)
$30-100 (or a monthly sustainer rate of $5-15):
A 30-minute one on one Oracle Reading Session with an interpretation of your Black Feminist Oracle Poem.
$150-300 (or a monthly sustainer rate of $20-25):
An IN PERSON one on one Oracle Reading Session with an interpretation of your Black Feminist Oracle Poem when I am in your neck of the woods or when YOU are in Durham!
$1000-2000 (or $100+ sustainer rate):
A customized Audre Lorde based workshop for you and your crew including an installation of a Black Feminist Oracle activity for all participants when I am in your neck of the woods.
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I won’t be here 300 years from now, but I hope this earth and others will be, and maybe some- thing I’ve said will contribute to making that more possible.
— Audre Lorde, Above the Wind
Why do we allow ourselves to be used as the primary weapon against each other?
— Audre Lorde, Above the Wind