I love the word survival because it places my life in the context of those who I love, who are called dead, but survive through my breathing, my presence, and my remembering. They survive in my stubborn use of the word survival unmodified. My survival, my life resplendent, with the energy of my ancestors, is enough.
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Alexis Pauline Gumbs in The Shape of My Impact: Sounds Like a Promise to Me (Part One in a Three Part Reflection on Audre Lorde: The Berlin Years)