one of the few things keepin me grounded these days.
When you brought me here to die,
I damaned your soul
until I discovered that you had none.
As you ripped out my heart,
day after day,
I cursed you in my sleep
and cried without crying—
out—what I wished to.
And when my mother died &
you would not even
let me go to see her;
And when my lover wrote no more
but you would not let me call;
And when my child was hurt
and I could not comfort her;
I said to myself:
Bitch, you are stronger than they are.
You will survive.
- Suzan Stuart, Sept 1975
from North Carolina KKKorectional Center for Women
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.