17 June 2020: Every time I find myself feeling weary by extra work I am being asked to do these days, I remind myself how my privileged existence so far has made my burden so much lighter than that placed on Black folks. My own fatigue is nothing compared to that--not even close. It's laughable to even invite a serious comparison.
That's a long way of introducing Angelo Geter's "Praise," a poem that celebrates the miracle of resilient Black bodies and souls. Here are the closing lines:
"Praise yourself
For being able to praise.
For waking up,
When you had every reason not to."
Read the whole thing.
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