I guess I’ve begun to communicate myself via Erykah Badu, and it seems appropriate since I’ve been at a loss for words for weeks. Maybe she can say it better than I can. or whatever. she’s badass.
Anyway, I saw Alice Walker’s fan page on Facebook today, and it ignited in me the realization that I live in a time in which Alice Walker is a brand. Last week I read her short stories about women (in a one evening) and knew immediately that this is what I am to do. (Duh, right?) Tell women’s stories, okay. But what I felt after reading Alice (and after reading Sula) forced me to stay grounded in telling real stories. stories that aren’t often told. my story. real women like my mother, my fellow Capricorn sistafriendmama Lucia, our grandmothers, women of color and the queer ones especially. We must tell our stories to our children, one another, ourselves, strangers or whoever.
I’m just ranting now, but I just want to say that I have encountered some awesome, badass, amazing women in my life. I’m just gonna make a chant of however many names I can think of right now.
tarynkarinmadyanaiyanacorinnekylashiseidaelizashanequa
nikitanikitanikitadiedrareesajesslucidebzoesidzoesidzoesidney.
love
E.
**note: written after having ingested medicinal herbs.
