Coming Home: Day 29— perhaps
On this near-last day of this month of transformative work, I’m hearing all the censor voices, the voices who don’t want this writing to happen, the voices who think this work is useless/indulgent/perverted/dangerous/stupid/non-revolutionary. I am hearing the voices of shut it down. I am hearing the voices of you are doing harm. I am hearing the voices of the perpetrators, the afraid, the lost, the broken — all those voices that still live in my skin.
Here I am writing anyway. All of that might be true: here I am writing anyway.
