sometimes the sound of goodbye is louder than any drumbeat.
just the dichotomy of all hurts me.
i'm sitting up here at this computer writing a very serious essay about my most pressing intellectual pursuits, i've had hour-long conversations with my professors about these same topics, i've read tons of books and papers about them, too. and the people who don't take me seriously are not the middle-aged, white, male professors at my school. oh no. its my black parents. my fucking parents.
my fucking parents who don't understand what it means to have white friends. who don't understand what it means to have friends. who don't understand what it means to be able to make choices. what it means to spend a summer doing academic research with professors for a summer as an undergraduate.
you want to be an archaeologist? why don't you just come home for the summer. i want you to come home. no, i'm staying here to do research. why do you need to do that?
this shit is crazy. its real.
i may just never go home. i don't have to. i have to make it on my own. i gotta go before the water from my eyes starts to short this keyboard. everything is getting blurry.
i'm sitting up here at this computer writing a very serious essay about my most pressing intellectual pursuits, i've had hour-long conversations with my professors about these same topics, i've read tons of books and papers about them, too. and the people who don't take me seriously are not the middle-aged, white, male professors at my school. oh no. its my black parents. my fucking parents.
my fucking parents who don't understand what it means to have white friends. who don't understand what it means to have friends. who don't understand what it means to be able to make choices. what it means to spend a summer doing academic research with professors for a summer as an undergraduate.
you want to be an archaeologist? why don't you just come home for the summer. i want you to come home. no, i'm staying here to do research. why do you need to do that?
this shit is crazy. its real.
i may just never go home. i don't have to. i have to make it on my own. i gotta go before the water from my eyes starts to short this keyboard. everything is getting blurry.