To desert souls, rain is the blessed sex of God. It cleanses and refreshes. It is still the best mother, the finest lover.
Denise Chavez, The Closet (via nezua)
People get used to anything. The less you think about your oppression, the more your tolerance for it grows. After a while, people just think oppression is the normal state of things. But to become free, you have to be acutely aware of being a slave.
Assata Shakur, Assata: An Autobiography. (via curvesincolor)