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Friday, December 01, 2017

Ours is a struggle from a too-warm bed

The Struggle Staggers Us:

Our birth and death are easy hours, like sleep 
and food and drink. The struggle staggers us 
for bread, for pride, for simple dignity. 
And this is more than fighting to exist; 
more than revolt and war and human odds. 
There is a journey from the me to you. 
There is a journey from the you to me. 
A union of the two strange worlds must be. 

Margaret Walker.

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December 1, 2017 | Permalink

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