Siaara Freeman

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Siaara Freeman



Average rating: 4.25 · 166 ratings · 58 reviews · 8 distinct worksSimilar authors
Urbanshee

4.21 avg rating — 140 ratings — published 2022 — 3 editions
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A Portrait in Blues

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Bettering American Poetry, ...

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In Absentia: Reflections on...

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Live From District 11

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I Can Count to 10 Vol. 2

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“The day I was born I saw my granddaughter. She has a tattoo of a face that is mine boasting down her wicker basket of a back. She is naked from the waist up dancing in a quicksand of lovers.

The tattoo looks nothing like me now. The eyes are too sure. The smile is not sure enough. One day there will be no differences. Whatever years I have left will be spent becoming the woman who turns her daughter's daughter's back into a mosaic memory.”
Siaara Freeman

“After the funeral, I see him everywhere. Every time a man is shot in the head. I see him between the couch cushions. The blunt’s end, in Jamaica drinking a Red Stripe on a patch of grass, in a backyard drunk with witches dancing to Motown. Screaming from my mouth. In my lupus diagnosis. Laying in the cracks of my knuckles. Knock, knock,

who’s there?”
Siaara Freeman, Urbanshee

“I thought about having a child, naming it after you. Then I realized that child would never know its namesake & that it’s not fair to want someone just because you want someone else. Instead I named other things for you: seasons with the most holidays, the sky’s face seven seconds before or after it hails, the sound a heart hears when it is half returned, the first time I won a fight, anytime I lose anything.”
Siaara Freeman, Urbanshee



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