I’ve turned the coffee house into literature. The union of two people over dialogue is eternal. A date is a novel. An intersection of two wayward stories. An attempt at linearity.
You are sitting by the corner, reading a book- a story within a story. I’ve never told you this but I believe that a date is more than romance. Two people imitating life over coffee. God is a novelist and this is his attempt of letting the characters dominate the story.
There is a moment in conversation, where life revolves. Two cultures, two familial tragedies, two individualities, two beings and their forgetfulness- all of it condensed over a table. “Do you drink your coffee with sugar?” is such simple question. I want to tell you about how I stopped taking sugar. I want you to listen, that we are exploring time. This is an attempt at understanding. The coffee house has disappeared. I’ve entered your eyes. Your hands play with your hair. Your heart beats fast. What’s the story behind your legs shaking? Listen, this is not a trivial affair. We are creating literature. The attempt to unveil our humanity in conversations to strangers over a coffee is what contains philosophy. If there is truth, it lies between two people.
When I ask you, “Have you ever felt divine?” I want you to narrate the incident when the swing went a little too far. It felt like the edge of the world, like you had crossed the border. It felt like you could fly.
I want this story to be driven by dialogue and the plot fits it. There might not be an introduction, a great tragedy or a happily ever after. There might just be two strangers, talking for hours, never to meet again. The conversation is the catharsis. The never meeting is the tragedy. The moment is the romance.
Literature is in its genesis, right in the coffee house. It’s as much mine as yours.
When you leave, we kiss. You say, “Can we meet again?” and I reply that there isn’t enough tragedy in that.
You laugh and say, “But this is reality. I’m just trying to accept it.”
You say , “I think you’ve been with stories so much, that you can’t accept that life’s not always literature.” .
Artwork by Giulia Rosa
The biggest obstacle to #wealth is fear. People are afraid to think big, but if you think small, you'll only achieve small things. Make sure to dive into the pool of opportunity via a slide of sacrifice, if you want to accomplish financial success. #ThoughtOfTheDay#Metaphors#FiscalGains
Society is stupid
Colour is construct
Who decided these things
And their wives
Picture this: a little girl gets told by strangers she meets along the
way that she doesn't look like her mom.
Not because of their noses or the laugh lines that she's too young to have.
They have different colouring.
Like someone used the wrong crayon to colour her inwhen she was still being made.
Why am I told to feel different
When I don’t
Implicit racism versus explicit racism
Crossing the street
Isolating and excluding
I like you for your colour
Let me emphasize, not despite
When I look in the mirror
I don’t see what you see
Why doesn't she look like her mom?
All the other girls look like their mom,
Don’t get we wrong
I see my negro knots
And the nose I received from my grandma
Is it dysphoria if I don’t see my Black
I like to think I chose my mother, not based on the colour of our skin,
Being mixed comes with the pressure that I identify both
Why do I do what I’m told
Because society constricts
Being something other than the beige crayon in the box of 64
If I forget that my skin is other
My black jokes aren’t ironic
They're just jokes
Is it racist to hate myself
I questioned my mom and my mom just tells me I’m beautiful.
I bottle it in smiles, hiding the self-doubt.
What is racist?
I recently had to explain to a man twice my age that very question
We all know blackface but let’s welcome whiteface to the debate
Painting my face white is racist
Colour erasure is racism
And it’s worse than the hate
Because it’s an implicit masquerade
I feel shame
Shame that I know one side of my heritage
Shame that February is the only time I hear of it
Shame that I don’t feel the shame
Despite the lack of representation of her colour on the page, she was
still apart of the box.
It has become normalized to hear one side of history
It’s wild that my ancestors enslaved
Or is it more wild that my ancestors were slaves
So much so that I forget to be affected by it
This is why I say society is
#poem#poetry#society#blackempowerment#mixedgirls#racism#metaphors (📷:too_aesthetic_ )
It's amazing the differences the smallest changes in attitude can have to your mindset. It's like you can stumble across the key that unlocks your brain for the day, but until you do everything is an uphill battle. Figuring out where that key may lie is a talent, and a life skill whose importance is underestimated! We don't pay enough attention to knowing yourself, and how to work with what you have. Once we figure out how to stop swimming against the current, everything becomes so much easier. Some days we have it figured out, and other days it feels like staring at a brick wall, but we should be proud of the achievement whenever we manage to find that key!
i remember my brother saying
anger tastes like
fear and regret put together
on a pan left to burn
made him unapproachable
on those days
he was a volcano about to erupt
mustard seeds waiting to pop
he was going to hurt
he was going to get hurt
he was an oxymoron
an organized mess
he knew what he wanted
he knew how he had to do it
but he still didn't
i remember my brother
almost slapping me
he read my poems
and i had used
too many cooking metaphors
stop my tongue
does he have a monopoly
he likes to cook
him the proprietor
was not an exclusive news
and he was not a news channel
anger was not his special right
i shouldn't give in
to the stereotype
women belonging to the kitchen
he is a boy
he is not allowed to cook at home
think it's shameful
when he talks to guests about food recipes
instead of cricket matches
i enquired him quietly
it's the new stereotype
to break stereotypes
why does it matter
if what i like
in the list of stereotypes of the society
why do you say
don't care what others think
if you have issues
when you see something that doesn't break something
and doesn't make you a rebel?
we sneaked into the kitchen
my brother smiled at me making me a sandwich
and i told him
love was lot like a burnt sandwich
to a hungry tongue
it hurts yet saves
he toasted the next one
and it was the first time
he appeared like an extinct volcano
or lentils soaked in water
We have this thing going in our house that we call “late for bacon” which means that if it’s for bacon we might be late. Which also means food in general (I personally do not eat bacon). We consciously rebel against the constructs of time somedays because our own personal health is more important than being on time - but we do practice time management all the same. What does that have to do with this picture?
Posture. Posture improves when we make the time for ourselves instead of burning ourselves out on the expectations of others, time constraints, working where we aren’t happy, and being around people who aren’t interested in our happiness.
Exercise is important but I can tell you after careful practices that what’s affecting you internally has a shit ton to do with how tall you stand.
Blooming on fat, protein, and good people. Happy where I am and where I am going and I am endlessly boasting with love and gratitude for those who have tried to cut me down but especially those who have nurtured and watered me so that I could keep my head held high.
I will be late for bacon and so will my kids. Our world first.
EVERYTHING I DO BIG YEAH JUMBO KILLER INSTINCT HOW I HITUM 😐 WIDA COMBO MA BRATHAS WE DA MOB LIKE WE WORKING WITH DA NARCOS MA HOMIES GOT BANK!!!!!!!!!! (CHA$E)(WELLZFARGO)!!!!!it’s crazy 🤦🏾♂️how much I Love 💕 #metaphors but blessed with the Talent to create my own it becomes more #Challenging and more #willing because I represent my (PAST)(PRESENT)(AND FUTURE ) I have something to live for AND someone to die for Im no longer living for myself P’s JUST A LITTLE BAR4BAR ACTION #IM#ON#THE#TRACK#YOU#DONT#HAVE#TO#VIBE#JUST#LISTEN
How does your garden grow....! Gosh... what a beautiful morning. The sun is shining and the roses are coming into full bloom. I love their robustness and fragility...... I even love the thorns.
Metaphorically it can represent how we show up, how we react to challenge or triggers.... those thorns become a challenge to navigate for a soft hand.... and it can represent the effect we have on others. By taking accountability of our own behaviours, truly understanding their functioning position - we have the choice to make really beautiful changes.... and then, we bloom, attract, and grow.
There, that’s my thought for the day - random I know!
Have a super weekend! What are you folks up to.... and what are you doing to ensure you bloom?
Post-ink ramen feeds in a Japanese hole in the wall 🤤🍜🇯🇵.
Definitely rate @alldaytattoobkk! Their work is 👌👌👌 and the comradery and hospitality of the team makes it all the more worthwhile. They even have a Street Fighter arcade station 🥊🕹
I also rate the ramen place tucked away in the nearby soi. The value-for-money is 🔟/🔟 because not only do they overfeed you, but the quality of the broth is drool-worthy 🧡
A light forced, burned, and resurfaced into existence out of sweat and tears. Glowing with resolve and victory. A star formed out of light and dust - is suddenly magnified and solidified burning bright across the galaxy. Once was a darkened Expanse is now an existence of life and burning endless resolve. When stars die where do they go? What do they become? ....Thinking about where we’ve come from and where we are going gives me pause for thought and deep emotion.
I want to feel like I am making a difference and fulfilling some dream. It is hard in the day to day, to realize that what it is we strive for can also be reality; and that’s something I struggle to do in a world in where I’ve been told you can’t be an artist and support yourself. That frame of mind is hard to shake when you’ve been told it all your life. So here’s to achieving the unachievable and to wild dreams✨🌌