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Dear Freedom's heart maybe we are one part slave the other undetermined vision to strike wall or revolution.Daring Freedom to come home-K.M.


Introducing Kristina Neal Mosley “Saltwater on My Knees”

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Cover Saltwater on My Knees

 Preface . . .

There are all night prayers in momma’s house, all night prayers upon my bed. My face hurts, my tear-ducts, my nostrils are swollen; see, my streets, are not like other streets. My sidewalks have caved in. These knees I carry, they are not mine, but I don’t know it.

 The women drag their skirted burdens around the floors. Open all the windows let their spirits out. We are sisters; we are lovers of waters that nourish our souls. Put aside; ratchet disposition put aside our nomadic tendencies: to roam, to run, to flee.

 I’ve come to tell you, how salt taste. I’ve reassured this hope. Salt is not stagnant. We are not forsaken: alone like a fallen tree, alone drifting in rivers, alone in song, like rain.

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