What I love about the arts is the way that one form of expression inspires another. Music inspires dance. Literature inspires film. And poetry inspires the world
“Grandmother, the alchemist, you spun gold out of this hard life, conjured beauty from the things left behind.
Found healing where it did not live.
Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen.
Broke the curse with your own two hands.
You passed these instructions down to your daughter who then passed it down to her daughter.”
– Warsan Shire