I remember how we chanted their names / and how we begged others to pronounce them correctly / I remember how we cried with grief and rage we hid within the forcefully forgotten corridors of our bodies / I remember how I couldn’t hear someone say “They’re having a bad day” without fearing for my life / I remember the searing hatred for white Christianit…
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