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When All Us Is Tired: a thought about chop by treasure shields redmond

The creative muse, the poet, artist, musician, writer, lyricist, sculptor, painter, the philosopher, even the preacher, all take the enormity of the world's events and tries to condense it so one is able to absorb it in a way that makes sense. Poets, especially, capture emotions and interactions, trying to bring voice and feeling to those things that challenge our sense of being or push back against a recurring wrong. Rarely do we use this space to review poetry, dedicated almost exclusively to the black diasporian female writer, we seek to highlight, elevate, and celebrate that which is often overlooked in the larger dialogue surrounding fiction in America. Which brings us to the poet, the form, the book, and the subject. Fannie Lou Hamer was no ordinary woman. In some ways she was, but every once-in-a-while, someone is sent, meant to be greater than their little form. Fannie Lou Hamer, just like a recent counter-part, Ida Goodwin Woolfolk, was a force to be recokned wit