Relatedness and Dividedness: Reflection

Pushed into

black role black intersectionality

which is it?

curious in finding out what we discover

relatedness

do we limit ourselves --why can’t we breathe--it’s not satisfying;

the air is not satisfying--I take it in it chokes

me

one drop rule

how do we set ourselves apart to be seen?

dividedness

separating me and my aloneness

I settle back watching

the moon is bright

one drop rule

relatedness

if there’s a drop then I can join

Right?

captured, recruited

don’t you see?

I can’t see --the air is not satisfying;

want to be wanted but until we’re seen, we’re unseen

pulled in, pushed out, yet

restrained --the air is thick

dividedness

The night, the moon, I feel whole again

This is a stream of consciousness poem, meant to capture a portion of Joanne's experience in GRI's Intersectionality ONLINE: Working in the Borders of our Relatedness and Dividedness, from December 2020.