“I don’t got no struggles, man. I got divorced six years ago. Then one day I looked up my first love on Facebook, and she was still single. Now I’m marrying the girl I lost my virginity to, and hopefully we’ll grow old together.”
Hollins University you had slaves, then they became servants (or rather indentured black folk). The people who work in our campus cafeteria are remnants of that-but i don’t think anyone takes notice.
Our campus has only 1 African American professor, 1 Latino, and 1 Egyptian.
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.
|—||Warsan Shire (via landlockedmermaid)|