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Jun. 29th, 2021 11:03 amfuck Tumblr and fuck all that they stand for
subtitle: i saw your poem and it made me hate you
i don't have a poem for you
about my mother teaching me to cook
and calling me up to express love through food.
i don't have a poem for you about filial duty
or the security of your cousins' voices
or warmth and chaos and the other recognised languages of love.
i don't have a poem for you that ties culture and tradition
to land and language, or food and faith
and i have no sweet or bittersweet reminiscences of preparation or consumption.
what i learnt from my mother was how to be alone
and what i taught myself
is how that's made me free.
subtitle: i saw your poem and it made me hate you
i don't have a poem for you
about my mother teaching me to cook
and calling me up to express love through food.
i don't have a poem for you about filial duty
or the security of your cousins' voices
or warmth and chaos and the other recognised languages of love.
i don't have a poem for you that ties culture and tradition
to land and language, or food and faith
and i have no sweet or bittersweet reminiscences of preparation or consumption.
what i learnt from my mother was how to be alone
and what i taught myself
is how that's made me free.