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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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 [content warning: self harm]
When the spirit of the Lord comes over Sade the first time, she is too young to understand what it is. She is riding back home in her father’s Ford Escort when the golden yellow light penetrates her chest, diffusing love and joy and peace into her, flushing away the bitterness her teachers claim she’s displayed at her tender age. The gleaming goodness encompasses her at this instant before she can even take another breath, and it takes only seven seconds for the chant spewing from her lips to be altered from Fela’s ‘Expensive Shit’ to a more heavenly language. |
