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I hold my breath.
And I wake up, I look around me, staring at every details of my room , suddenly, I feel a scratching sensation in my womb, it burns like a fire inside me. I take off my shirt and see my skin tighten, then rip apart.
Forms emerge from the hole in my gut. Crows! Crows everywhere! Circling in tight formation, they fly like dark thought above my head.
But then, I see
And I wake up, I look around me, staring at every details of my room , suddenly, I feel a scratching sensation in my womb, it burns like a fire inside me. I take off my shirt and see my skin tighten, then rip apart.
Forms emerge from the hole in my gut. Crows! Crows everywhere! Circling in tight formation, they fly like dark thought above my head.
But then, I see
The children and the old souls
Currently watching a movie called "Daughters of the Dust" while reading articles about genetic memory, mixed lineage and the passage of trauma.
I'm bi-racial.
A word used to describe the mixing of two patterns of human recognition: [humans recognize "ethnicities" by physical and cultural traits].
My mother was african, My father french.
I don't wish to talk with or about my mother. Yet despite our estrangement from one another, I feel drawn towards her motherland.
In the old model of the family, the children and the grandparents are the most important part of the family:
The adults that are not yet wise are the workers and the provider
My thought at this moment
What I say: I'm feeling good, really. It's been a rough year and Iwouldn't have been able to make it without you, you're always here for me and I couldn't see me living without you. So, Thank you.
What I think: Don't leave, don't go back home, please stay with me, I can't keep this on, I'm not strong enough, I won't be able to do it, so please don't go.
Stay with me, I beg you
Unknown soldier
C'est la guerre, sèche tes larmes
Et choisis tes armes
équipe tes soldats
La bataille n'attends que toi
Déjà j'entends les tambours
Qui dans l'air résonnent
Oui, d'un son de plus en plus lourds
Ce sombre tocsin sonne
Devious Journal Entry
ça fait quelque jours que j'écris des pages de journal
ça doit vous semblez soulant,non?
.......bon, au travail!
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