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𐑩 𐑤𐑦𐑑𐑩𐑯𐑦 𐑓 𐑕𐑼𐑝𐑲𐑝𐑩𐑤, 𐑚𐑲 ·𐑷𐑛𐑮𐑦 𐑤𐑹𐑛 | A litany for survival, by Audre Lorde (1978) 𐑓 𐑞𐑴𐑟 𐑝 𐑳𐑕 𐑣𐑵 𐑤𐑦𐑝 𐑨𐑑 𐑞 𐑖𐑹𐑤𐑲𐑯 𐑕𐑑𐑨𐑯𐑛𐑦𐑙 𐑳𐑐𐑪𐑯 𐑞 𐑒𐑪𐑯𐑕𐑑𐑩𐑯𐑑 𐑧𐑡𐑩𐑟 𐑝 𐑛𐑦𐑕𐑦𐑠𐑩𐑯 𐑒𐑮𐑵𐑖𐑩𐑤 𐑯 𐑩𐑤𐑴𐑯 𐑓 𐑞𐑴𐑟 𐑝 𐑳𐑕 𐑣𐑵 𐑒𐑩𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑦𐑯𐑛𐑳𐑤𐑡 𐑞 𐑐𐑨𐑕𐑦𐑙 𐑛𐑮𐑰𐑥𐑟 𐑝 𐑗𐑶𐑕 𐑣𐑵 𐑤𐑳𐑝 𐑦𐑯 𐑛𐑷𐑢𐑱𐑟 𐑒𐑳𐑥𐑦𐑙 𐑯 𐑜𐑴𐑦𐑙 𐑦𐑯 𐑞 𐑬𐑼𐑟 𐑚𐑦𐑑𐑢𐑰𐑯 𐑛𐑷𐑯𐑟 𐑤𐑫𐑒𐑦𐑙 𐑦𐑯𐑢𐑼𐑛 𐑯 𐑬𐑑𐑢𐑼𐑛 𐑨𐑑 𐑢𐑳𐑯𐑕 𐑚𐑦𐑓𐑹 𐑯 𐑨𐑓𐑑𐑼 𐑕𐑰𐑒𐑦𐑙 𐑩 𐑯𐑬 𐑞𐑨𐑑 𐑒𐑨𐑯 𐑚𐑮𐑰𐑛 𐑓𐑿𐑗𐑼𐑟 𐑤𐑲𐑒 𐑚𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑦𐑯 𐑬𐑼 𐑗𐑦𐑤𐑛𐑮𐑩𐑯𐑟 𐑥𐑬𐑞𐑟 𐑕𐑴 𐑞𐑺 𐑛𐑮𐑰𐑥𐑟 𐑢𐑦𐑤 𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑮𐑦𐑓𐑤𐑧𐑒𐑑 𐑞 𐑛𐑧𐑔 𐑝 𐑬𐑼𐑟; <blockquote>For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice who love in doorways coming and going in the hours between dawns looking inward and outward at once before and after seeking a now that can breed futures like bread in our children’s mouths so their dreams will not reflect the death of ours;</blockquote> 𐑓 𐑞𐑴𐑟 𐑝 𐑳𐑕 𐑣𐑵 𐑢𐑻 𐑦𐑥𐑐𐑮𐑯𐑑𐑩𐑛 𐑢𐑦𐑞 𐑓𐑽 𐑤𐑲𐑒 𐑩 𐑓𐑱𐑯𐑑 𐑤𐑲𐑯 𐑦𐑯 𐑞 𐑕𐑧𐑯𐑑𐑼 𐑝 𐑬𐑼 𐑓𐑹𐑣𐑧𐑛𐑟 𐑤𐑻𐑯𐑦𐑙 𐑑 𐑚𐑰 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑢𐑦𐑞 𐑬𐑼 𐑥𐑳𐑞𐑼𐑟 𐑥𐑦𐑤𐑒 𐑓 𐑚𐑲 𐑞𐑦𐑕 𐑢𐑧𐑐𐑩𐑯 𐑞𐑦𐑕 𐑦𐑤𐑵𐑠𐑩𐑯 𐑝 𐑕𐑳𐑥 𐑕𐑱𐑓𐑑𐑦 𐑑 𐑚𐑰 𐑓𐑬𐑯𐑛 𐑞 𐑣𐑧𐑝𐑦–𐑓𐑫𐑑𐑩𐑛 𐑣𐑴𐑐𐑑 𐑑 𐑕𐑲𐑤𐑩𐑯𐑕 𐑳𐑕 𐑓 𐑷𐑤 𐑝 𐑳𐑕 𐑞𐑦𐑕 𐑦𐑯𐑕𐑑𐑩𐑯𐑑 𐑯 𐑞𐑦𐑕 𐑑𐑮𐑲𐑳𐑥𐑓 𐑢𐑰 𐑢𐑻 𐑯𐑧𐑝𐑼 𐑥𐑧𐑯𐑑 𐑑 𐑕𐑼𐑝𐑲𐑝 <blockquote>For those of us who were imprinted with fear like a faint line in the center of our foreheads learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk for by this weapon this illusion of some safety to be found the heavy-footed hoped to silence us For all of us this instant and this triumph We were never meant to survive.</blockquote> <blockquote>𐑯 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑞 𐑕𐑳𐑯 𐑮𐑲𐑟𐑩𐑟 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑦𐑑 𐑥𐑲𐑑 𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑮𐑦𐑥𐑱𐑯 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑞 𐑕𐑳𐑯 𐑕𐑧𐑑𐑕 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑦𐑑 𐑥𐑲𐑑 𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑮𐑲𐑟 𐑦𐑯 𐑞 𐑥𐑹𐑯𐑦𐑙 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑬𐑼 𐑕𐑑𐑳𐑥𐑩𐑒𐑕 𐑸 𐑓𐑫𐑤 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑝 𐑦𐑯𐑛𐑦𐑡𐑧𐑕𐑗𐑩𐑯 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑬𐑼 𐑕𐑑𐑳𐑥𐑩𐑒𐑕 𐑸 𐑧𐑥𐑐𐑑𐑦 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑢𐑰 𐑥𐑱 𐑯𐑧𐑝𐑼 𐑰𐑑 𐑩𐑜𐑧𐑯 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑤𐑳𐑝𐑛 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑤𐑳𐑝 𐑢𐑦𐑤 𐑝𐑩𐑯𐑦𐑖 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑤𐑴𐑯 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑤𐑳𐑝 𐑢𐑦𐑤 𐑯𐑧𐑝𐑼 𐑮𐑦𐑑𐑻𐑯 𐑯 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑢𐑰 𐑕𐑐𐑰𐑒 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑬𐑼 𐑢𐑻𐑛𐑟 𐑢𐑦𐑤 𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑚𐑰 𐑣𐑻𐑛 𐑯𐑹 𐑢𐑧𐑤𐑒𐑳𐑥𐑛 𐑚𐑳𐑑 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑕𐑲𐑤𐑩𐑯𐑑 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑕𐑑𐑦𐑤 𐑢𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛</blockquote> <blockquote>And when the sun rises we are afraid it might not remain when the sun sets we are afraid it might not rise in the morning when our stomachs are full we are afraid of indigestion when our stomachs are empty we are afraid we may never eat again when we are loved we are afraid love will vanish when we are alone we are afraid love will never return and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed but when we are silent we are still afraid </blockquote> 𐑕𐑴 𐑦𐑑 𐑦𐑟 𐑚𐑧𐑑𐑼 𐑑 𐑕𐑐𐑰𐑒 𐑮𐑦𐑥𐑧𐑥𐑚𐑼𐑦𐑙 𐑢𐑰 𐑢𐑻 𐑯𐑧𐑝𐑼 𐑥𐑧𐑯𐑑 𐑑 𐑕𐑼𐑝𐑲𐑝 <blockquote>So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive. </blockquote> https://shavian.zoyander.cc/2024/12/23/a-litany-for-survival-by.html