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“She asked why it happens? Keeps happening? What exact regime teaches males to take what isn’t given? What riles them?”
― Inua Ellams, The Half-God of Rainfall

“We played like a dead French kiss reincarnated
as a saxophone with tendencies to hiss
galaxophonic secrets through the tombs of trombones
reborn as the lower bones of Bojangles, dancing
on base drums prancing like songs of the railroad
set free, we played like freedom, stirring
on those hills reflected in the back heels
of a dancer in New Orleans
tapping prosperity”
― Inua Ellams