white space is suffocating
i cannot tell you the first time
i felt i was different.
in fact, the inherent privelige of
american white people is to be able
to remember when they first felt out of joint,
as if all their bones didn't quite
fit in their skin.
what i can tell you,
is that one day i looked
in the mirror
and then at the american girls
surrounding me
and decided i was ugly.
at some point
i decided that i wanted
to bleach my hair and
straighten it
and rub down my nose
with a rock so it looked more
like theirs or shave my legs
so i had less hair,
these (american white half irish white swedish
my ancestors came over on the mayflower blond
blue eyed british) girls
didn't know what they were doing.
but the thing about white space is,
when you try to point out the thing that is
making it hard for you to breathe,
it will not help if you do not know it's name,
if the people around you do not know its name,
so when a white boy had a crush on me
i could tell that my body held more worth,
i could tell his crush had more worth, he was such a
hero for liking me (that's not fair, i never asked for this,
why should his like be unusual simply because i am different,
i am not what everyone else is, if he is a hero then i am something
inferior, less) but the suffocation eased
if you are valuable to white people
then the white space eases,
no one is guilty but
at the same time everyone is
because no one bothered to tell me that
i too could be beautiful,
because white space doesn't see differences.
white space doesn't see how
making fun of the ghorme sabzi that your
mother cooked for you because it was your favourite food,
is the same as making fun of the dance you
and your family do together to the music
of your past, doesn't see the way people tell you
you would look so pretty with your hair straightened,
white space is exhausting and
all encompassing, and
i have met many, many white people
fighting it too.
white space made me write that line.
white space makes white girls
look away when you talk about anything
but feminism and climate change
(we are dying, we are dying in the streets
and in our houses and on the border what
do i have to do to get them to care, allah,
people shooting up mosques and they do not care,)
white space is present even in
the fear you feel when peppering your english
with your native language,
you know that not everyone is so kind to people
whose tongues are split in half
by design, (so if one day i get killed because
i smiled and said ya allah to praise my god then
write on my gravestone that i was faithful to the end,)
white space is slowly killing me.
and you may not agree,
but i can tell you
that one day when i was six,
i looked in the mirror and decided
i was ugly,
and i started to feel a hand
wrap around my neck.
i cannot tell you the first time
i felt i was different.
in fact, the inherent privelige of
american white people is to be able
to remember when they first felt out of joint,
as if all their bones didn't quite
fit in their skin.
what i can tell you,
is that one day i looked
in the mirror
and then at the american girls
surrounding me
and decided i was ugly.
at some point
i decided that i wanted
to bleach my hair and
straighten it
and rub down my nose
with a rock so it looked more
like theirs or shave my legs
so i had less hair,
these (american white half irish white swedish
my ancestors came over on the mayflower blond
blue eyed british) girls
didn't know what they were doing.
but the thing about white space is,
when you try to point out the thing that is
making it hard for you to breathe,
it will not help if you do not know it's name,
if the people around you do not know its name,
so when a white boy had a crush on me
i could tell that my body held more worth,
i could tell his crush had more worth, he was such a
hero for liking me (that's not fair, i never asked for this,
why should his like be unusual simply because i am different,
i am not what everyone else is, if he is a hero then i am something
inferior, less) but the suffocation eased
if you are valuable to white people
then the white space eases,
no one is guilty but
at the same time everyone is
because no one bothered to tell me that
i too could be beautiful,
because white space doesn't see differences.
white space doesn't see how
making fun of the ghorme sabzi that your
mother cooked for you because it was your favourite food,
is the same as making fun of the dance you
and your family do together to the music
of your past, doesn't see the way people tell you
you would look so pretty with your hair straightened,
white space is exhausting and
all encompassing, and
i have met many, many white people
fighting it too.
white space made me write that line.
white space makes white girls
look away when you talk about anything
but feminism and climate change
(we are dying, we are dying in the streets
and in our houses and on the border what
do i have to do to get them to care, allah,
people shooting up mosques and they do not care,)
white space is present even in
the fear you feel when peppering your english
with your native language,
you know that not everyone is so kind to people
whose tongues are split in half
by design, (so if one day i get killed because
i smiled and said ya allah to praise my god then
write on my gravestone that i was faithful to the end,)
white space is slowly killing me.
and you may not agree,
but i can tell you
that one day when i was six,
i looked in the mirror and decided
i was ugly,
and i started to feel a hand
wrap around my neck.
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