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I’m taking technology in culture which basically just analyzes the effects of technology on western culture. It’s the first day and this girl blows everyone’s mind by saying:
You know, today you call someone on their cell phone to ask where they are. 50 years ago you had to know where they were in order to call
LIKE SHIT BITCH. It’s moutherfuckin syllabus day and you just summed up the whole class
My mother is unable to hide her
feelings in the back of her throat,
a spilling well of a woman,
unforgivingly open and bare.
I have always wished that I was more like my father, a quiet mystery,
detached and unbothered
suffering in silence,
too proud for withering.
But today when everything hurt,
even the space behind my eyes,
and someone beautiful asked me where it hurt, which part of my heart,
for the first time in my life
I was grateful
that I had my mother’s mouth
when I could point to a place and say “Here, I am hurting, here. ”
Something my father could never do. Key Ballah, I have my mothers mouth (via keywrites)