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The death of self-esteem can occur quickly, easily in children, before their ego has “legs,” so to speak. Couple the vulnerability of youth with indifferent parents, dismissive adults, and a world, which, in its language, laws, and images, re-enforces despair, and the journey to destruction is sealed.
There is really nothing more to say—except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.
Adults do not talk to us—they give us directions. They issue orders without providing information.
Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.
It was their contempt for their own blackness that gave the first insult its teeth.
The Thing to fear was the Thing that made her beautiful, and not us.
Who say they don’t have no pain? Just ’cause she don’t cry? ’Cause she can’t say it, they think it ain’t there?
The deceased was the tragic hero, the survivors the innocent victims;
Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe.
