There’s a tasty, satiating type of freedom I felt I promise you, when I came into the full knowledge of myself, the scope of my strength and pending victories, the acceptance of my path, the interpretation of my pitfalls, the celebration of my own contribution to this world and the amalgam of experiences that have made and continue to make me the raging storm of love, expression and challenge I was destined to be.
I am hurricane and rose petal all at the same time, and finally okay with that: the now sweet-smelling debris I left behind and the dust that’s created a film on my skin. I feel accomplished and free. #randomrumination
Born and bred in East london, Ghanaian mother, Jamaican father. African in totality, with a tinge of Brit - unfortunately, fortnately or clearly.
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Where did you get those big eyes?
My mother.
And where did you get those lips?
My mother.
And the loneliness?
My mother.
And that broken heart?
My mother.
And the absence, where did you get that?
My father.
VIDEO PREMIERE.
today i found an unexpected email from a beautiful stranger named christine mehr. she created this short film to my poem ‘for women who are difficult to love’. the world is bulging with gentle stunning spirits. so grateful that they find me and share themselves. and in turn i share with you.
video - christine mehr
cello - zoe keating
poetry - warsan shire
Take take take. If you don’t add to the lives of those around you, deepen the meaning of leverage in their lives, you’re a leech son, nothing but a leech.
