Basically, I hurt the people I love to the point where it’s harmful for them to be around me.
Welp. I’m just gonna disappear for a while.
Everything in life can be fixed by tea.
this morning i’m crying.
this morning i’m crying because my favorite people are people i’ve never met or never see often. friends far far away.
i’m crying because i’m constantly reminded of my cultures that have been destroyed or appropriated, and forgotten. i was doing some hair research because i want to do something different with my mohawk, and there were a lot of results with white people, but not many native americans. something similar happens when you research dreadlocks.
i’m crying for my ancestors who died in genocide, who died from disease.
i’m crying for the history that has been lost, and i’m crying for the voices that are still fighting to be heard today.
i’m crying for the parts of me that people don’t see. and for the things people see, but pretend they don’t. for the parts of me no one wants to know.
i’m crying because music is beautiful.
i’m crying because i’m beautiful
i’m crying because no matter how intelligent, strong, creative, or attractive i am, i will probably never be as respected as men or as admired as white women.
it just began to rain. the earth is crying with me. thank you, mother. i love you.