Azzy

“Mabel. Loving on you is prayer, like the prayers of bees is honey. We loved on each other like we always been. My fingers caressed your naps in this life. It placed oils. And we was infinite and knew how to love. On the scalp. Along the cornrow and on each other. These coilings was anoited like a real love. We was a cosmic conversation, before I even met you in this life.”
― Junauda Petrus, The Stars and the Blackness Between Them

“In so many hip queer communities that are not explicitly disabled, it's not okay to not be okay. We pay lip service, but how many times do you ask someone how they're doing at a party and hear anything but how great things are going, or feel like you can be honest about how things are really going for you?”
― Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice

“We are running out of time, the earth is ravaged, our bodies are indefinite; Lorraine reminds us to make use of each moment.”
― Imani Perry, Looking for Lorraine: The Radiant and Radical Life of Lorraine Hansberry

“My life seems to be an increasing revelation of the intimate face of universal struggle. You begin with your family and the kids on the block, and next you open your eyes to what you call your people and that leads you into land reform into Black English into Angola leads you back into your own bed where you lie by yourself, wondering if you deserve to be peaceful, or trusted or desired or left to the freedom of your own unfaltering heart. And the scale shrinks to the size of a skull: your own interior cage.”
― June Jordan, Some of Us Did Not Die: New and Selected Essays