2. Spy Poetry

finding the truth is a poetic act of faith

finding the truth is a poetic act of faith

An old espionage trick was taking a message and hiding it in another message and using a special decoder to figure out the secret message. Cut out the shape below and place it on the paragraph above. We believe that finding the poetry, the queer push of words towards a vision of change hidden in the dominant narrative is a radical act.  Find the hidden line from the Combahee river collective.  (Or scroll down and cheat.)

Use this decoder (or create your own) to create your own secret message of hope and transformation. Where would you use spy poetry as a tool for social justice?

Remember how we used to ride bikes everywhere? I find myself reflecting on our youth these days.  Dreaming about the origins of that dinosaur game we used to play because in the way my memories replay in mind i think you weren’t really into historical stuff. That may not have been the reality. But i’ve been thinking of going back home to where those afro-american folks used to live across the street from us. Remember how they had women’s clubs meetings and they’d give us left over sandwiches? What continuous good times then. Who knew that life and death would come to mark our future so. We’ve seen a struggle or two right? For instance how we were worried about the survival of our garden that summer of the drought? And what about that harsh winter and our liberation that spring when the skies opened up.

(use your highlighter)

Remember how we used to ride bikes everywhere? I find myself reflecting on our youth these days.  Dreaming about the origins of that dinosaur game we used to play because in the way my memories replay in mind i think you weren’t really into historical stuff. That may not have been the reality. But i’ve been thinking of going back home to where those afro-american folks used to live across the street from us. Remember how they had women’s clubs meetings and they’d give us left over sandwiches? What continuous good times then. Who knew that life and death would come to mark our future so. We’ve seen a struggle or two right? For instance how we were worried about the survival of our garden that summer of the drought? And what about that harsh winter and our liberation that spring when the skies opened up.

highlight again below:


“We find

our origins

in the historical

reality

of Afro-American

women’s continuous

life-and-death

struggle

for survival

and liberation.”

Get the idea? Now make your own spy poetry!  Can you make a narrative the holds the words of the Combahee River Collective or some other words that you cherish deep on it’s inside?  Use it as an activity in your community, classroom or home…and let us know how it goes!

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