I won’t miss you
I’ll forget you
Because out of sight out of my mind
I need it
Because absence makes the heartbreak harder
Because there’s only one cup that runneth over
Because I’ve already forgotten you. I’m coping.
2014 isn’t even about anyone new.
It’s about me.
I don’t want anything else but personal success.
I don’t want a boyfriend or even new friends.
I don’t need critical acclaim
Or anything like tumblr fame
I literally don’t care
I’m going to be happy and nothing will get in my way
Not life, friends, non-friends, Boko Haram, Goodluck idiotic Jonathan, all the stupid anti-gay laws, sickness, death, war (any bloody horseman), family, laziness, work and anything this year will throw at me.
I’m angry and it feels amazing.
What are those?
Power is the ability not just to tell the story of another person, but to make it the definitive story of that person. The Palestinian poet Mourid Barghouti writes ‘If you want to dispossess a people, the simplest way to do it is to tell their story and to start with secondly.’
Start the story with the arrows of the Native Americans and not with the arrival of the British and you have an entirely different story. Start the story with the failure of the African states and not with the colonial creation of the African state and you have an entirely different story.