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“I am the stillness engulfed by rage, an ominous quiet after a heavy rain.”
― Kathlene Suzan Sharpe, She Planted Her Own Flowers

“I vow not to show, not to reveal
my burnings, my ashes, and your embers, your flames running rampant
on my will to lift myself from your reminiscence.”
― Yarro Rai

“Rage always begins in my chest and spreads to my belly.
It moves through my body like a common cold.

Sometimes it creeps up my throat
and makes an appearance on my tongue.

It says things I don’t mean.
Things I eventually want to take back; Achike.

But rage reminds me that I am still human.
Still breathing. Still a living thing.

So when rage comes, I use rage wisely.
When rage comes, I use rage for change.”
― Ezinne Orjiako, Nkem.

“The word I use is hubris. Our word for arrogance that scrapes the stars, for violence and towering rage as ugly as the gods.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles