- “Mexican women are so dramatic! When a Spanish woman gets raped, she gets up and continues with her life. Mexicans dwell in the past like pussies!” That to me is half an admission of guilt. I believe every word she says and I hope you can never come back to your country to visit. Hide away in your new land all you want. You no longer have a family. You are dead to us.
- I love deeply. My kids. My family. My cats. My clients. My people. My race. My friends. My space. I don’t forget I love you when I need to step away. I might seem cold when I pretend to ignore you. I’m not. I still love you. I just desperately and profoundly need time and space to recharge. To think. To take my pieces back, put them together, and make sure that next time you press your cheek onto mine, I’m still warm human flesh. So, when I seem to put myself away into a tiny box, please know that I do love you, and I’m keeping my ugly private, so you can only remember me by what you see when I’m alive. I prefer a closed casket.
- From here to there, I run my finger softly noting every single curve and -swoosh swoosh- reality rocks back and forth. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s a beautiful dream and dreams are meant to be fantastic. You think specks of time diminish what I’ve said before? You’re smarter than that, yo. I’m a forever visitor of those rocks that I watched from my window, and when I sit here and look up at the pompous radiance of that head... it takes me back to this. Here are my fingers, honey. My eyes are closed. It’s a burlesque show going on in my head and it’s alright, because it gives me words, and I have deadlines. You do yo thang. I’ll still be smiling. Carry on.
- I love deeply. My kids. My family. My cats. My clients. My people. My race. My friends. My space. I don’t forget I love you when I need to step away. I might seem cold when I pretend to ignore you. I’m not. I still love you. I just desperately and profoundly need time and space to recharge. To think. To take my pieces back, put them together, and make sure that next time you press your cheek onto mine, I’m still warm human flesh. So, when I seem to put myself away into a tiny box, please know that I do love you, and I’m keeping my ugly private, so you can only remember me by what you see when I’m alive. I prefer a closed casket.
- From here to there, I run my finger softly noting every single curve and -swoosh swoosh- reality rocks back and forth. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s a beautiful dream and dreams are meant to be fantastic. You think specks of time diminish what I’ve said before? You’re smarter than that, yo. I’m a forever visitor of those rocks that I watched from my window, and when I sit here and look up at the pompous radiance of that head... it takes me back to this. Here are my fingers, honey. My eyes are closed. It’s a burlesque show going on in my head and it’s alright, because it gives me words, and I have deadlines. You do yo thang. I’ll still be smiling. Carry on.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian