It's 3:30 a.m. my time and this is late even for me. I was settling in to sleep by reading a bit of Audre Lorde's Zami. This part compelled me to turn the computer on and post it. It struck a nerve:
I lie besides my sisters in the darkness, who pass me in the street unacknowleged and unadmitted. How much of this is the pretense of self-rejection that became an immutable protection mask, how much the programmed hate that we were fed to keep ourselves a part, apart?
I pray for my sisters who are living through this right now. I know some of them.