Foreign Familiarity

I Like How

I automatically assume everyone has their shit together. I’m chuckling at myself right now. We’re all in this beautiful mess together; I need to get that through my head.


But on an entirely different note, I’m  leaving for NYC in about five days for the Writers Colony @ The New School. Poet’s utopia here I cometh. 

One of the great things about me being away in the city for three weeks is the amount of inspiration I’ll get from my surroundings. I’m staying in the Village, but one thing I must do is write in Fort Greene. That’s a promise and a threat…to myself. 

Paradoxical Self

It just occurred to me that I have such a condescending approach to the idea of the children in my [parent’s] village in Tanzania. I love them. But at the same time, I always have this thought in the back of my mind trying to persuade me to believe that they somehow need to be saved. Wow. So I do that sh** I don’t like?? Whenever I’m in the village back in Tanzania, I always become attached to one of the little kids (who may or may not be one of my cousins) who work for my grandmother. I’m always saying things like  ”OMG! In about ten years, I’m going to come back and adopt ____!!” Really?? Who says they aren’t happy where they are? Okay. They live in an impoverished area, have to trek 5 + miles just to retrieve water for their entire families, wear tattered clothes, and don’t have easy access to healthcare. And..?! Who am I to define their idea of happiness and just overall comfort? They have each other. They have the earth. And they have God. The residents of Bukoba, Tanzania are the happiest people I know. 

All of these western social constructs are making a home for themselves in my psyche without my permission.  

warsan versus melancholy.: residue.

warsanshire:

i give myself five days to forget you.

on the first day i rust.

on the second i wilt.

on the third day i sit with friends but i think about your tongue.

i clean my room on the fourth day. i clean my body on the fourth day.

i try to replace your scent on the fourth day.

the fifth day, i…

Possibly

the most irrelevant thing I’ve ever had to go through in all of my 20 years here on this earth. I’ve decided that when it comes to guys, it’s best to have zero expectations, zero hope, and zero interest…all in the name of logistics, of course. 

Reverse Tropology: Your School Might Be Beige When...

reversetropology:

I’m at a point of mellow sadness right now. Thinking how I’m going to muddle through when many of my neon compadres are considering heading outta this joint.

My Official “Is your school Beige?” checklist:

  1. Do the majority of people wear gym shorts all day everyday like they’re training for the…

Amazingly accurate post by my good friend Shatara regarding the current state of our university’s demographic. Really couldn’t have said any of this better myself. Beigedom: BEGONE!!!