sometimes I feel useless but then I remember I breathe out carbon dioxide for plants
And they don’t even think about it. Don’t talk too loud, don’t make too many requests, don’t complain too forcefully about shitty service, put up with weird ass slightly racial compliments. And sometimes we joke about it like “lol! Better not do (normal human thing) cuz then people might think we’re uncivilized niggers” but it’s a painful constricting way to live. And not a type of way of living that non-Black people will understand
What does my body shape have to do with my Africanness?
How does the shape of my body affect the responsibilities I am able to fulfill not only as a woman but as a human being other than satisfying the desire of a man who wants a “full figured” woman?
Is my body the only thing I have to offer to the world as a woman?
In order to begin the healing process of accepting my body as a woman, not only did I have to answer these questions but internalize my responses to these questions. I had to believe every answer I gave myself.Bilphena Yahwon; What Happened to Ms. Fat Booty? (via thatnigeriankid)
I think the most painful realisation comes when you find that you cannot speak your mother tongue as well as you do the language of the land where you grew up. My English is evidence of this. When something as simple as a colour, or the name of an animal in your mother tongue leaves you dumb. Yesterday I could not find the word for ‘turtle’ in Somali, only after my mother reminded me, did I recall knowing it.
mother tongue, Farah Gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)
We betray our mother tongues, for the languages of nations who will never fully accept us. We let the strangeness infest our mouths until we forget how to accommodate our original tongues.
People in their early twenties still refer to people older than them as “adults”. When do you think they stop… and realize… they are adults