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Absence in Me

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You know the simple.
The space between fingers.
You are the absence in me.

Time will fill the spaces.
Distance finds its places.
In me.

Shared absence brings silence.
Lacking. Craving. Hurt.
Distance? Irrelevant.
Disgrace? Never.

Dance between your fingers.
Walk between spaces.
Be within me.
In me. Absence.


My Glimpse of James Baldwin

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Who is James Baldwin? A beautiful, articulate man who carried the heavy burden of understanding a dark reality in his time and sadly mine too. His words are moving, challenging, nurturing, and sobering. A time traveler.

“The responsibility of a writer is to excavate the experience of the people who produced him.”

My first exposure to Mr. Baldwin came from this documentary I’m Not Your Negro. His smile, his words, and his passion reminded me of the power of the human. His love, frustration, joy, sadness is tangible in his voice and his language. I never met this man but will continue to hear his voice. His voice is for our today. Listen.

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