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𐑩 𐑤𐑦𐑑𐑩𐑯𐑦 𐑓 𐑕𐑼𐑝𐑲𐑝𐑩𐑤, 𐑚𐑲 ·𐑷𐑛𐑮𐑦 𐑤𐑹𐑛 | A litany for survival, by Audre Lorde (1978)
<p>𐑓 𐑞𐑴𐑟 𐑝 𐑳𐑕 𐑣𐑵 𐑤𐑦𐑝 𐑨𐑑 𐑞 𐑖𐑹𐑤𐑲𐑯 <br/>
𐑕𐑑𐑨𐑯𐑛𐑦𐑙 𐑳𐑐𐑪𐑯 𐑞 𐑒𐑪𐑯𐑕𐑑𐑩𐑯𐑑 𐑧𐑡𐑩𐑟 𐑝 𐑛𐑦𐑕𐑦𐑠𐑩𐑯<br/>
𐑒𐑮𐑵𐑖𐑩𐑤 𐑯 𐑩𐑤𐑴𐑯<br/>
𐑓 𐑞𐑴𐑟 𐑝 𐑳𐑕 𐑣𐑵 𐑒𐑩𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑦𐑯𐑛𐑳𐑤𐑡<br/>
𐑞 𐑐𐑨𐑕𐑦𐑙 𐑛𐑮𐑰𐑥𐑟 𐑝 𐑗𐑶𐑕<br/>
𐑣𐑵 𐑤𐑳𐑝 𐑦𐑯 𐑛𐑷𐑢𐑱𐑟 𐑒𐑳𐑥𐑦𐑙 𐑯 𐑜𐑴𐑦𐑙<br/>
𐑦𐑯 𐑞 𐑬𐑼𐑟 𐑚𐑦𐑑𐑢𐑰𐑯 𐑛𐑷𐑯𐑟<br/>
𐑤𐑫𐑒𐑦𐑙 𐑦𐑯𐑢𐑼𐑛 𐑯 𐑬𐑑𐑢𐑼𐑛<br/>
𐑨𐑑 𐑢𐑳𐑯𐑕 𐑚𐑦𐑓𐑹 𐑯 𐑨𐑓𐑑𐑼<br/>
𐑕𐑰𐑒𐑦𐑙 𐑩 𐑯𐑬 𐑞𐑨𐑑 𐑒𐑨𐑯 𐑚𐑮𐑰𐑛<br/>
𐑓𐑿𐑗𐑼𐑟<br/>
𐑤𐑲𐑒 𐑚𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑦𐑯 𐑬𐑼 𐑗𐑦𐑤𐑛𐑮𐑩𐑯𐑟 𐑥𐑬𐑞𐑟<br/>
𐑕𐑴 𐑞𐑺 𐑛𐑮𐑰𐑥𐑟 𐑢𐑦𐑤 𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑮𐑦𐑓𐑤𐑧𐑒𐑑<br/>
𐑞 𐑛𐑧𐑔 𐑝 𐑬𐑼𐑟;</p>
<blockquote>For those of us who live at the shoreline<br/>
standing upon the constant edges of decision<br/>
crucial and alone<br/>
for those of us who cannot indulge<br/>
the passing dreams of choice<br/>
who love in doorways coming and going<br/>
in the hours between dawns<br/>
looking inward and outward<br/>
at once before and after<br/>
seeking a now that can breed<br/>
futures<br/>
like bread in our children’s mouths<br/>
so their dreams will not reflect<br/>
the death of ours;</blockquote>
<p>𐑓 𐑞𐑴𐑟 𐑝 𐑳𐑕<br/>
𐑣𐑵 𐑢𐑻 𐑦𐑥𐑐𐑮𐑯𐑑𐑩𐑛 𐑢𐑦𐑞 𐑓𐑽<br/>
𐑤𐑲𐑒 𐑩 𐑓𐑱𐑯𐑑 𐑤𐑲𐑯 𐑦𐑯 𐑞 𐑕𐑧𐑯𐑑𐑼 𐑝 𐑬𐑼 𐑓𐑹𐑣𐑧𐑛𐑟<br/>
𐑤𐑻𐑯𐑦𐑙 𐑑 𐑚𐑰 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑢𐑦𐑞 𐑬𐑼 𐑥𐑳𐑞𐑼𐑟 𐑥𐑦𐑤𐑒<br/>
𐑓 𐑚𐑲 𐑞𐑦𐑕 𐑢𐑧𐑐𐑩𐑯<br/>
𐑞𐑦𐑕 𐑦𐑤𐑵𐑠𐑩𐑯 𐑝 𐑕𐑳𐑥 𐑕𐑱𐑓𐑑𐑦 𐑑 𐑚𐑰 𐑓𐑬𐑯𐑛<br/>
𐑞 𐑣𐑧𐑝𐑦–𐑓𐑫𐑑𐑩𐑛 𐑣𐑴𐑐𐑑 𐑑 𐑕𐑲𐑤𐑩𐑯𐑕 𐑳𐑕<br/>
𐑓 𐑷𐑤 𐑝 𐑳𐑕<br/>
𐑞𐑦𐑕 𐑦𐑯𐑕𐑑𐑩𐑯𐑑 𐑯 𐑞𐑦𐑕 𐑑𐑮𐑲𐑳𐑥𐑓<br/>
𐑢𐑰 𐑢𐑻 𐑯𐑧𐑝𐑼 𐑥𐑧𐑯𐑑 𐑑 𐑕𐑼𐑝𐑲𐑝</p>
<blockquote>For those of us<br/>
who were imprinted with fear<br/>
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads<br/>
learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk<br/>
for by this weapon<br/>
this illusion of some safety to be found<br/>
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us<br/>
For all of us<br/>
this instant and this triumph<br/>
We were never meant to survive.</blockquote>
<blockquote>𐑯 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑞 𐑕𐑳𐑯 𐑮𐑲𐑟𐑩𐑟 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛<br/>
𐑦𐑑 𐑥𐑲𐑑 𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑮𐑦𐑥𐑱𐑯
𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑞 𐑕𐑳𐑯 𐑕𐑧𐑑𐑕 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛
𐑦𐑑 𐑥𐑲𐑑 𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑮𐑲𐑟 𐑦𐑯 𐑞 𐑥𐑹𐑯𐑦𐑙<br/>
𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑬𐑼 𐑕𐑑𐑳𐑥𐑩𐑒𐑕 𐑸 𐑓𐑫𐑤 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛<br/>
𐑝 𐑦𐑯𐑛𐑦𐑡𐑧𐑕𐑗𐑩𐑯<br/>
𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑬𐑼 𐑕𐑑𐑳𐑥𐑩𐑒𐑕 𐑸 𐑧𐑥𐑐𐑑𐑦 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 <br/>
𐑢𐑰 𐑥𐑱 𐑯𐑧𐑝𐑼 𐑰𐑑 𐑩𐑜𐑧𐑯<br/>
𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑤𐑳𐑝𐑛 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑤𐑳𐑝 𐑢𐑦𐑤 𐑝𐑩𐑯𐑦𐑖<br/>
𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑤𐑴𐑯 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑤𐑳𐑝 𐑢𐑦𐑤 𐑯𐑧𐑝𐑼 𐑮𐑦𐑑𐑻𐑯<br/>
𐑯 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑢𐑰 𐑕𐑐𐑰𐑒 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑩𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛 𐑬𐑼 𐑢𐑻𐑛𐑟 𐑢𐑦𐑤 𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑚𐑰 𐑣𐑻𐑛 𐑯𐑹 𐑢𐑧𐑤𐑒𐑳𐑥𐑛<br/>
𐑚𐑳𐑑 𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑕𐑲𐑤𐑩𐑯𐑑<br/>
𐑢𐑰 𐑸 𐑕𐑑𐑦𐑤 𐑢𐑓𐑮𐑱𐑛</blockquote>
<blockquote>And when the sun rises we are afraid<br/>
it might not remain<br/>
when the sun sets we are afraid<br/>
it might not rise in the morning<br/>
when our stomachs are full we are afraid<br/>
of indigestion<br/>
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid<br/>
we may never eat again<br/>
when we are loved we are afraid<br/>
love will vanish<br/>
when we are alone we are afraid<br/>
love will never return<br/>
and when we speak we are afraid<br/>
our words will not be heard<br/>
nor welcomed<br/>
but when we are silent<br/>
we are still afraid<br/></blockquote>
<p>𐑕𐑴 𐑦𐑑 𐑦𐑟 𐑚𐑧𐑑𐑼 𐑑 𐑕𐑐𐑰𐑒<br/>
𐑮𐑦𐑥𐑧𐑥𐑚𐑼𐑦𐑙<br/>
𐑢𐑰 𐑢𐑻 𐑯𐑧𐑝𐑼 𐑥𐑧𐑯𐑑 𐑑 𐑕𐑼𐑝𐑲𐑝<br/></p>
<blockquote>So it is better to speak<br/>
remembering<br/>
we were never meant to survive.<br/></blockquote>
