Everything she wanted to tell her, was unable to tell her, because she was afraid of hearing her own voice come out of her heart and be covered with blood, and then she poured all the blood into these syllables, and she offered it to her to drink like this : “You have it.
Remember you are the voice for those who cannot talk; you are the protector of those who cannot protect themselves.
As the voices fall silent, the individuals who make up the amorphous and always changing community must decide for themselves, as they always have. I can’t write a coda because I can’t speak for others. I can only and ever speak for myself.
Without the wetness of your love,
The fragrance of your water,
Or the trickling sounds of
I shall always feel
Yet because her needs and yearnings are real and pressing, she must find some way to express them: she puts into body what she cannot yet put into words. Her eating disorder serves as her voice, her attempt to express and meet her needs and desires without directly asking for anything”.
We look so very different from the way we sound. It’s a shock, similar to hearing your own voice for the first time, when you’re forced to wonder how the rest of you comes across if you sound nothing like the way you think you sound. You feel dislodged from the old shoe of yourself.
Tafuta kitu cha kufanya katika maisha yako unachokiamini zaidi kuliko pesa, kutoa sauti kwa ajili ya watu wasioweza kusikika kwa mfano, na ukishakipata kuwa kiongozi na mkarimu kwa wengine. Kutoa sauti kwa ajili ya watu wasioweza kusikika inaweza kuwa ndiyo nafasi yako uliyopangiwa na Mungu uitumie kwa manufaa ya wengine, si kwa manufaa yako, nafasi za wengine zitatumika kwa manufaa yako. Kuna vitu vingi ambavyo mtu anaweza kufanya; chagua kimoja kinacholeta maana zaidi katika maisha yako na ukifanye hicho, kwa nguvu zako zote.
Will you have the courage to obey the voice of God?
It is raining blood today.
I open my book and write “Black Lives Matter
God wants His people to be a voice in the wilderness