I will never understand the spirit of my ancestors, but I know it. I know it lives in me. And though fear insists on itself, I intend to acknowledge this spirit as one that overcomes us. I write because my writing mind is the only chance I have of becoming the manifestation of their hope. I write because my writing mind is the only chance I have of becoming what the living dead are for me. I exist because I was impossible for someone else to be before me.
Jericho Brown, Author of Please and Winner of the National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship for Poetry, the American Book Award, and the Whiting Writers’ Award.