Poetry Break

“Out of the huts of history’s shame”

This is not the post I wanted to write. That post is saved in my drafts where it may never see the light of day. There’s so much to say about the overturning of Roe v. Wade, but I am not well-versed, and I know that I misspeak (or type).

I won’t be taking a step back from the blog, but the content may change.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

—"And Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou