"Belief initiates and guides action---or it does nothing." Octavia Butler
Have you ever had that moment when you feel like what you believe and what you are actually doing don't quite match? Have you been frustrated when the stated beliefs of a group, organization or institution you are involved in and the actions and impact of that institution seem almost directly at odds? Well this is a poem about a time like that. This poem invokes point 9 in the Black Panther Party's 10 point platform which talks about prison and the american impossibility of black people being tried by a true jury of their peers. Drawing on that revolutionary history (and the energy of the goddess of change Oya, represented in the number 9 and as the middle name of Octavia Butler's fictional protagonist Lauren Oya Olamina) I am asking a question about what happens when we, as peers and collaborators, call each other out on our chosen prisons? How do we imprison ourselves and each other? How do we fail to liberate each other like we should?
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And all power to the dreamers.