You say the World’s greatest writer is Shakespeare
I say the World’s greatest writer is Zora

You proclaim Karl Marx to be the World’s greatest theorist
I proclaim Audre Lorde

You insist on giving me Rudyard Kipling and T.S Elliot and Walt Whitman
But what about all my sistahs whose voices were stolen from them?
What about the pieces of scrap paper on which they struggled to write on?
While their husbands beat them mercilessly
And their colonizers brutally raped them
What about them?
What about them?

You say the World’s greatest poet is William Blake
I say the World’s greatest poet is a sistah with no name