the soil of the soul and the sunlight which beckons you to blossom The Haven for Creation as the dark of her endless night holds you and the light of her rising sun unfolds you light realizes itself a symphony of her duality as you blink blink, blink then bloom (to be born)
It's easy to think that oppression is an oppressed-people-problem. It's not.
Let me tip you off to an element of the game that's been co-opting the movement for Black lives for centuries. It's called "interest convergence." Look it up, you're going to need to know what it mean
This is a centuries old Black-led movement - you finally reading “Me & White Supremacy” doesn’t qualify you to teach or lead a single thing.