I
Sat in an air-conditioned , new 4x4, I looked outside in awe. The rugged mountains, sculpted by God on a lazy afternoon. After marveling at the beauty that was Africa he must have decided to finish it off with this heart-wrenchingly beautiful landscape.
I
Fell in love with a man I will never have. But loving him is like a beautiful secret I get to keep. That I will never share with anyone. Infatuation? I don't know. Been a while since a hot man showed any interest in me. And Ethiopia has made me feel so beautiful. Never in my life have I ever felt so desired.
I
Also lost my heart. Not the part that wanted the idea of the man. The part that makes you look at the world and forget yourself. The remotest place on earth, these kids play.
I stare at them as we drive on, like the mountains, disappear through my car window
Will they ever know what the world is. I'd love to hear what they think the rest of the world looks like. Shared borders but could as well be Jupiter.
I
Bared myself to the fact that I am scared of poverty. When my heart aches the people that live with nothing but a sheet on their back, it aches at the knowledge that I get to go back to my good life. As a black person. I feel guilty for having, for experiencing what my fellow race, marginalized and last on the hierarchy of races, would never get to experience.
What makes me better than them?
Sat in an air-conditioned , new 4x4, I looked outside in awe. The rugged mountains, sculpted by God on a lazy afternoon. After marveling at the beauty that was Africa he must have decided to finish it off with this heart-wrenchingly beautiful landscape.
I
Fell in love with a man I will never have. But loving him is like a beautiful secret I get to keep. That I will never share with anyone. Infatuation? I don't know. Been a while since a hot man showed any interest in me. And Ethiopia has made me feel so beautiful. Never in my life have I ever felt so desired.
I
Also lost my heart. Not the part that wanted the idea of the man. The part that makes you look at the world and forget yourself. The remotest place on earth, these kids play.
I stare at them as we drive on, like the mountains, disappear through my car window
Will they ever know what the world is. I'd love to hear what they think the rest of the world looks like. Shared borders but could as well be Jupiter.
Bared myself to the fact that I am scared of poverty. When my heart aches the people that live with nothing but a sheet on their back, it aches at the knowledge that I get to go back to my good life. As a black person. I feel guilty for having, for experiencing what my fellow race, marginalized and last on the hierarchy of races, would never get to experience.
What makes me better than them?
