Thursday, September 25, 2008

she sits in her sadness

and licks the salt from her lips.
clenches her fingers into two tiny fists.

let me never love again,
she howls

and she begs the Lord not to hear.
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rachelcohen said...

"There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing. Have you cried for that boy today? I odn't mean for yourself and for your family 'cause we lost the money. I mean for him: what he's been through and what it done to him. Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most? When they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain't through learning--because that ain't the time at all. It's when he's at his lowest and can't believe in hisself 'cause the world done whipped him so! When you starts measuring somebody, measure him right, child, measure him right. Make sure you done take into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to where he is."

-A Raisin in the Sun

September 26, 2008 at 8:28 AM

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