It’s been too long since we have last posted to this blog. The summer, even during the pandemic, diverted our attention. New workshops, writing a paper, focusing on the future and how we will mold it to our vision. And a fear that I personally was using it as a platform for my agenda, my beliefs, my pain. It can be a fine line of representing an organization and misrepresenting your own beliefs as the organization’s. But I realize that not focusing on the blog was a mistake. So I, we, will make an effort to post regularly.
To start our renewed efforts, I end with a poem that Dr. Rabow read at yesterday's Symptom Management Service meeting, one that is particularly powerful as we contineu to fight against racial injustice.
Absolute
by Jacqueline Woodson
The summer I was ten a teenager named Kim butterflied my hair. Cornrows curling into braids behind each ear.
Everybody’s wearing this style now, Kim said.
Who could try to tell me I wasn’t beautiful. The magic in something as once ordinary as hair that for too long had not been good enough now winged and amazing now connected
to a long line of crowns.
Now connected to a long line of girls moving through Brooklyn with our heads
held so high, our necks ached. You must know this too – that feeling
of being so much more than you once believed yourself to be
so much more than your too-skinny arms and too-big feet and too-long fingers and too-thick and stubborn hair
All of us now suddenly seen the trick mirror that had us believe we weren’t truly beautiful suddenly shifts
and there we are
and there we are
and...