By Maisha Manson Scar tissue runs lightning bolts across the spaces on your hands use to grip too tight, runs heartbeat solid across your feet Your knees rough and bruised, can still taste the dirt The sunshine, is the only thing that holds you properly now, As you take the first step out of surveillance Give it a minute your eyes will re-adjust Main Anthology Page: Anthology: Toward An Ethics Of Activism: A Community Investigation of Humility, Grace and…
This month (August 2018), I am rolling out a Medium anthology of my newest reader, Toward An Ethics of Activism: A…medium.com