your mother is a silent mouth, half-smiles and too much distance. she tells you about the blue-eyed woman at the airport who was all it must be sad leaving your homeland behind but aren’t you so glad you got out of there?
We carry such heavy burdens. Grief and guilt and pain weigh heavily on our backs. We swallow our truths, we choke on our tears, drown in our own blood. We live in a world that compartmentalizes the private and public sphere in such a way that anything that does not adhere to traditional white European standards is made Other.