“…So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive”
from Audre Lorde’s poem ‘A Litany for Survival’1
great spirit in heaven,
I salute you and the spirits at your feet.
I salute my ancestors and my dead.
I salute the holy, divine and ancestral Black mothers.
I salute the holy, divine and ancestral Black fathers.
And I salute the children.
I salute the saints, spirits, gods and guides known and unknown to me––
who walk with me, who come in peace and wish to support me.
I come to you not for sickness, not for death, but for assistance;
you who walk with me, and especially those of you who love me:
I kneel at your feet to receive your advice for the collective.
here are my offerings.
“the tower”
the spirits say, one day even those who do not seek answers will hear them.
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