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“I am the stillness engulfed by rage, an ominous quiet after a heavy rain.”
― Kathlene Suzan Sharpe, She Planted Her Own Flowers

“I forgot who I was before the (space) suit,
before gravity was ripped from my vocabulary
and I mastered the art of drifting”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Way Out

“Rage always begins in my chest and spreads to my belly.
It moves through my body like a common cold.

Sometimes it creeps up my throat
and makes an appearance on my tongue.

It says things I don’t mean.
Things I eventually want to take back; Achike.

But rage reminds me that I am still human.
Still breathing. Still a living thing.

So when rage comes, I use rage wisely.
When rage comes, I use rage for change.”
― Ezinne Orjiako, Nkem.

“The word I use is hubris. Our word for arrogance that scrapes the stars, for violence and towering rage as ugly as the gods.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles