Yves Saint-Laurant & Salvador Dalí.
Your daughter is ugly.
She knows loss intimately,
carries whole cities in her belly.
As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her.
She was splintered wood and sea water.
They said she reminded them of the war.
On her fifteenth birthday you taught her
how to tie her hair like rope
and smoke it over burning frankincense.
You made her gargle rosewater
and while she coughed, said
macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell
of lonely or empty.
You are her mother.
Why did you not warn her,
hold her like a rotting boat
and tell her that men will not love her
if she is covered in continents,
if her teeth are small colonies,
if her stomach is an island,
if her thighs are borders?
What man wants to lay down
and watch the world burn
in his bedroom?
Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear,
a body littered with ugly things,
doesn’t she wear
the world well
Ugly, Warsan Shire (via illusionnistes)966
You read novels,
I read poems,
My attention span was never as vast as yours.
You wanted to carve passion out of the hearts of people,
I just wanted to pave pleasure into your center.
My display of affection was never quite the same as yours. ”
Raw- that’s just the truth.
Niketa.(via niketa-rae) 652
Do not fall in love with people like me
I will take you to museums, parks, and monuments
And kiss you in every beautiful place,
So that you can never go back to them
Without tasting me
Like blood in your mouth
I will destroy you in the most beautiful
Way possible, and when I leave
You will finally understand
Why storms are named after people. ”
Warsan Shire (via ohwelljustbecause)1130
My emotional state
has always been
and everything that
I came into contact with
It’s been a long, difficult weekend. And I’m finding it extremely difficult to recover.
-Niketa (via niketa-rae)