"I couldn't stand to see the queen breathe her dreams away
And tell me her tomorrow will never become today
I say I used to know a woman just like you,
Beautiful but jaded by the multitude of men who'd often try to
Justify their lies with twisted notions of survival
And hide behind their armor when karma completes a cycle
She replied
That just because I knew a woman well it doesn't mean I know them all
She begins to bade farewell

Eyes up to the sky, she sighs, I need nobody
True indeed, sister, but you still need everybody because
We hardly know ourselves if we know nobody else
And only in our loneliness can home become a hell"
--Blue Scholars, "Sagaba"

21st June 2010

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Day 3: Letters

Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Dear Mom and Dad,

There isn’t anything particularly pressing that I haven’t told you already. I’ve already listed all of the mistakes I think you’ve made. I’ve already told you how bitter I am that all throughout my teen years you called me a bad daughter - and treated me as such - even though I got straight A’s, never went to a party, never smoked, never drank, never did drugs, and always got home before my 10:00p curfew. Yeah, you’ve already heard all of this.

But I guess what you don’t hear from me too often are affirmations. Dad, I remember as a teenager I asked you in frustration why you and mom didn’t have good jobs. I accused you two of simply just not having the ambition to “move up,” as the Jefferson’s would say. You bitterly but simply replied, “It’s difficult when you’re an immigrant…” I had no idea what you were talking about, so it was left at that.

Now I do know what you’re talking about. And that’s one of the few moments in my life that I’m most ashamed of. I apologize for my ignorance and my inability to understand at the time, but now I do understand. And I thank you two SO much for not giving me crap about the field of work I’ve chosen for myself. I hope that one day, through my work, I will make sure that your voices are heard.

Love,

Paola