The Repetition of the Wound, Khadijah Queen
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— "Season of Grief", Khadijah Queen
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Season of Grief
Khadijah Queen
My grandmother sat at the head of her oak table
one Labor Day afternoon & in a lull turned to me & said
all the people I knew are dead. When she fixed those two words, I knew,
I felt my heart in the world beat its blood through thin chambers. The constant
rush still interrupts the body I didn’t make, but keep breathing somehow
& functioning until I can’t, & the night before she died, I felt the easing of her spirit,
& the same when my aunt died the year before. I still say to my still-grieving
cousin I’m here—an echo of her mother’s absence, & we are left
together on this side of unknowing, stack like throwing bricks
all the finite seasons we have
& will spend without them. Up against my own lifetime
I wish for fog, early morning. Instead, unpredictable years keep emptying.
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Nothing earth about you except what clean is visible Also your hands
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In the Event of an Apocalypse, Be Ready to Die // Khadijah Queen
But do also remember galleries, gardens, herbariums. Repositories of
beauty now ruin to find exquisite—
the untidy, untended loveliness of the forsaken, of dirt-studded & mold-
streaked treasures that no longer belong to anyone alive, overrunning
& overflowingly unkempt monuments to the disappeared. Chronicle
internally the heroes & mothers, artisans who went to the end of the line,
protectors & cowards. Remember when pain was not to be seen or
looked at, but institutionalized. Invisible, unspoken, transformed but
not really transformed. Covered up with made-up valor or resilience.
Some people are not worth saving, no one wants to say, but they say it
in judgment. They say it in looking away. They say it in staying safe in
a lane created by someone afraid of losing ground, thinking
I doubt we’re much to look at, as we
swallow what has to hurt until we can sing
sharp as blades. Aiming for the sensational
as we settle for the ordinary when avoiding evidence of suffering at all
costs, & cherish
the opportunity to reach clone-like into the ground as aspen roots, or
slide feet first down a soft slope, wet, cold, but the faith to fall toward
the unseen, against the bleak of most
memory, call it elusive. Call it
the fantasy to end all fantasies, a waiting fatality, the wreck of both
education & habit.
We could watch ourselves lose it all. There’s a chance.
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[id: 3 gifs from season 1, episode 13 “love takes a holiday” from the tv series “living single”. the gifs show queen latifah as khadijah james, nia long as stacey evans. khadijah is sitting at her desk, while stacey is leaning over the desk. they are both reviewing photos. /end id]
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🎵in a 90’s kinda world, I’m glad I got my girls🎵
I haven’t shared this Living Single illustration in a while, so I wanted to share it again. I think I posted it in on my old art Tumblr, but I deleted that account, so here it is on my ✨new official art Tumblr✨
I illustrated this in 2016. Seven years ago. (SEVENNNN *gasp*) It was one of the first prints I put in my Etsy store.
Forever a favorite.
(It’s available as a print here, btw.)
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