Poets & Writers

Dear Fellow Black Writers

I began an earlier draft of this letter by saying, “Today, so much of what we do, so much of who we are, is an act of resistance—writing is no different,” but I couldn’t get past that first sentence. I couldn’t stop questioning myself. Whose voice is that? It certainly isn’t mine. That, I realize, is the voice of white supremacy.

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