To all the ethnically confused diasporican babies out there:
Who carry the weight of two worlds
Two languages in your gut and on your tongue
Who never quite know where you “belong”
Who dance a side step/two step/cumbia/merengue every time you have to
the oft confused under-appreciated colorful syllables of your name
Who carry the questions your white washed textbooks can’t provide answers to
Who live in the in betweens
The politeness of the white anglo saxonisms you learned in the classroom
And the spicy sharp tongued hip shaking wit you get from your mommas
Who walk the tight rope
The bi-laterals of being
Living in the latitudes
The length of the paths your ancestors took
The roots that you dig up to revive
To find place
In a home that never feels like home
So you keep searching
That home lies within your blood
In the language of your love
In the earth tone of your skin
In the rhythm of your heartbeat.
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i want to sit next to rihanna at an award show you know she talkin mad shit about everyone
My tombstone will probably read “Here lies Sol. Full of potential, forever second best.”
I get it universe, jokes always on me.
Do I get high and watch Orphan Black & Broad City all night, or do I get all fancy and go to this work function with open bar and buffet?