Sometimes something comes along where you wonder how your life was complete without it. Your work blows my mind, no kidding. I'm white, I have no culture just as you said and it breaks my heart. Sometimes I think I came from nowhere, just some watered down place but at least I have an open mind and can properly appreciate beauty. I try and write poetry but I always feel like I'm too close to everything I want to write about. You inspire me to be brave. So thanks for that.
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There are 208 messages in my tumblr inbox thing and i felt something unravel when i read this one. Firstly, thank you. Secondly, I’d pray you hold no shame towards where you came from. “Whiteness” is something I’ve struggled with because it’s ambiguity has allowed for systematic slavery. My reference to white women “not being able to ride dick” in accordance with their lacking of a culture was intended to capture a piece of my personal process. It was ignorant in many ways. Maybe intentionally so. Idk. What i do know is “White” is not a color. They convinced you it was by engraining a set of institutional privileges in your skin. You, however, are not watered down. I know this because just like me you come from somewhere. You wrote something—-I’m writing back. This is all real. Nothing bland about it
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