“Then the men we try to love, say we carry too much loss, wear too much black, are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave and we mourn them too. Is that what we’re here for? To sit at kitchen tables, counting on our fingers the ones who died, those who left and the others who w…”— Warsan Shire, poetryinternationalweb.netTagged: Women of Color Poets, poetic prose, Mourning, Grieving, Injustice