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If I stop being angry, then when I stop screaming, I must accept my sadness. That I must live in it & carry it like a snail does its home. I must hold the stories of: I can't I'm unable Not anymore Is this really me to my ear. I must drink of their songs till they fill me & I echo them throughout my bones like I am a canyon. But I'm still angry. So I don't.
—by Sarah Dzida (Summer 2022)
Author’s Note: Found this snippet of poetry while I was looking for something else. Sometimes, you are just so sad that it’s better to be angry. So this is for all y’all out there who are feeling it.