I make my loneliness no one else’s burden.
I never desired to claim/co-sign being a “pretty girl.” Prettiness is so fragile and being solely a black, poor intellectual woman was enough fragility for me.
The idea of a best friend is still very daunting to me.
We have been broken and in that brokenness seek to create our own; our own families, our own narratives of love…We distrust what we knew, making room only for what we wish to see.
We flee because we must. In fleeing we lessen the burning of our own sores. We laugh more with every varying humor, we welcome new tales and chase new highs, running fast from any changing face, any lie which threatens the luminous reputation, any mood that sharpens its glare in the moonlight. We flee so as not to be broken by the fate of humanity, because our faith is fragile and our knowings wide.
“Perhaps the epitome of a Trinidadian is the child in the third row class with a dark skin and crinkly plaits who looks at you out of decidedly Chinese eyes and announces herself as Jacqueline Maharaj.”
Make Way for Westover Comes Marching (1959 recording)