"The moment we choose to love we begin to move against domination, against oppression. The moment we choose to love we begin to move towards freedom"

I'm afraid of love. Not falling in or out-its power. The ability it has to change the world that we (as humans) have yet to understand. On our journey to self actualization, consciousnesses, or cleansing we must find love. it creates a sustenance just as water, air, and food, No matter how much of a Marxist-Black-Poet I am I still want my insides to squash like the center of a watermelon. Love as bell hooks describes it