Audre Lorde Knows What I Mean – 2021 in review - Prologue. Epigraph

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January 6, 2021

A crime that robs one of sleep in the night;

A spot that won’t come out – turns oceans blood –

Steals the clear thinking needed to indict

With hands above hyperbole and mud.

For being indignant might harm one’s case

And wind up supporting the sham defense

Justifying wrongs with smiles on the face,

While deafening blind justice with pretense.

But the crime’s magnitude robs all of sleep

With stains enough to turn the Green One red,

As the pulse of our republic runs deep

And by a cruel assassin has been bled.

Angry’s the voice that in this I now raise,

Knowing righteous ire too deserves its praise. [i]