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WHEN I GET HOME; act one The World Laughs at My Misfortune
"She knows loss intimately. A child relatives avoided, felt like splintered wood, smelt of sea water, she reminded them of thirst, of war. As an infant forced to gargle rosewater, smoked in uunsi to purify her of whatever unclean thing she inherited. Your daughter is covered in it. Her teeth are small colonies, her stomach is an island, her thighs are borders. So few will want to lay down and watch the world burn from their bedroom. Your daughter's face is a small riot, her hands are a civil war, she has a refugee camp tucked behind each ear, her body is a body littered with ugly things but God, doesn't she wear the world well."
-Bless Your Ugly Daughter / Warsan Shire
"In the wake of a hurricane Dark skin of a summer shade Nosedive in the flood lines Tall tower of milk crates It's the same way you showed me Cannonball off the porch side Older kids trying off the roof Just the same way you showed me (You showed) If you could die and come back to life Up for air from the swimming pool You'd kneel down to the dry land Kiss the Earth that birthed you Gave you tools just to stay alive And make it out when the sun is ruined That's the same way you showed me, showed me You showed me love" Pink+White, Frank Ocean
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