Alora Young > Quotes

“Worlds that have faded into hills or cityscapes. This is a story about girlhood, and artists, and a town in West Tennessee that keeps on dying. I suppose I tell it because when you find so much comfort in dead things, you know the worst part is that they are only alive in your head.”
― Alora Young, Walking Gentry Home: A Memoir of My Foremothers in Verse

“We watch women practice fourth-wave white feminism And can’t see past this, their own egotism Twenty-nine cents is what’s causing them strife While we out here fighting twenty-five to life Cause the war on drugs is the war on thugs Is the war on Black brother by blue. Same fight new time Commonplace war crime We’re killing each other for you. We come out the womb Set to presume that the totalitarian Booked a prison room Cause every brown child’s cradle Is shaped like a tomb, Tomb. Someone to ostracize or privatize Is the only thing that saves us from genocide No one ever wept when a workhorse cried White supremacy slept while Sandra died.”
― Alora Young, Walking Gentry Home: A Memoir of My Foremothers in Verse