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.