.. I am with fire between my teeth and still nothing but my blank page.
Monique Wittig
There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember... You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.
slavery identity feminism
writing-life
You must log in to post a comment.
There are no comments yet.