its been exhausting trying to process my recent trip to Japan. speaking the language felt like falling in love with a childhood friend. spending time with my family felt like thawing. tasting the food felt like seeing new colors. performing hip hop in another country felt like stardom. knowing Ferguson protests were happening while I was smiling in another timezone felt like treason. I walk around in America with such a different perspective on life, and the more I seem to understand myself the more confusing the world gets. what a privilege it is to have access to my homeland, to even have a homeland, to know that I am welcomed there. what a responsibility it is to simultaneously know that I belong here, that my mission is here, and here is where my life force is most necessary. for the last few years, white privilege has really bothered me, and it was extremely difficult to forgive any notion of cultural indifference. but I realized that, for the most part, people of color are tied to centuries of brilliance and dedication to preserving their stories. we walk with a deeper sense of belonging to this earth, something that a country as young as America cant comprehend. I almost feel pity for people who go about their lives with no sense of history, no sense of lineage, no pride in carrying stories others cant see. Im not quite sure what direction my life is headed towards right now, but Im positive that this trip has already changed the way I write, the way I live, and the things that I thought were important.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 21:46:18 +0000
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