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And My Blood Sang is a manifesto of survival: through poems as lush as they are incisive, it contends with the darkness and emerges in a soft place where truths are uneasy but vital. These poems may be difficult, but they are also abundant, generous. Through an exploration of trauma (and its simultaneous universality and intimacy) the poems force the reader to come to terms with this following certainty: to save oneself means considering the deepest corners of one’s soul and shuffling powerful light into it, little by little. “But it seems my heart is alive/and perhaps I should treat it/as a more/precious thing than/I do”, Maia Brown-Jackson writes. This collection is an act of bravery, and the poet, in search of salvation, triumphantly confronts the violence, deconstructs it, with her heart on her sleeve—and what a precious thing it is, indeed.