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October 10, 2021
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Transformation
Photo by Bankim Desai on UnsplashI haven’t written a single piece
in 2 weeks.
During that time, I lived humbly
conducting my research in my little laboratory
pondering upon all sorts of questions in my head
about what I would tell my younger self.
I watched the sunrise and the sunset.
I heard the birds chirping aloud and leaves rustling in the wind.
I experienced the busyness of the day and the idleness of the night.
September’s sweet dust gathered on my windowsill,
and lizards hid in the bends of the walls.
I’ve taken long walks
craving one thing only:
lightning.
transformation.
you.
You are the bits of my bones that remind me
in the middle of the night that
tomorrow might just be the day that I make it.
I know, there was a time
where you only felt nothing else but pain.
Even when things are going to shit
and you hated yourself,
you never stopped believing
and that; made me strong(er).
You cried at 5 A.M’s to make it one more day,
to see the world for the better things for a few more hours,
watch the sunrise, and reminding yourself that you had dreams…
I get to chase them because you held on for years.
You chose to write, sing, dance
and be one with nature,
so that I could breathe.
And I breathe better now.
You fed yourself after hours of insomnia.
You made this body, work and grow.
You finally grew your hair and made a ponytail out of it.
Look at you now.
Alive and loved.
You survived.
You made it.
And I did too.
This poem is inspired by Safia Bartholomew’s and Kanaar R. Bell’s prompts. If you want take a shot at this, you can find the prompts below.
Transformation was originally published in CRY Magazine on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.
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The Rappers’ Girlfriend
Image provided by Allison GainesImagine having to constantly dim your light to appease your partner. Imagine that partner is a rapper or entertainer who is constantly seeking the light and it’s your job to tilt the shine so it’s always on them.
This is what Allison Gaines details in chapter two of her story Heartbreak, Home and Hip Hop published on Love & Literature. This chapter is titled The Rappers’ Girlfriend and when you read some of the experiences Allison had to endure, you’ll be screaming at your screen.
Allison starts off the chapter with a brilliant analogy:
“Relationships are like that can in the back of your pantry that lost its label. You have no idea what’s inside until you get brave enough to pop open the lid. Some moments may feel warm and sweet like country yams, while others feel bitter and sharp like sauerkraut. Dating hip-hop artists, I had my share of both.”
The honesty of this story is what will break your heart. Allison doesn’t absolve herself from blame. Maybe she should’ve seen the signs. Maybe she should’ve left after the first time. Maybe she should’ve taken more time in between partners. While all of that could be true, maybe her partners could’ve just treated her right.
“You think just because you sleep with me or cook for me that I will marry you. Well forget about it. I won’t.”
Those are real words from one of her rapper boyfriends. And trust me, this is just the tip of what Allison had to deal with.
Read the full chapter of The Rappers’ Girlfriend on Love & Literature. Comment on your favourite part or the part that makes you yell the loudest.
[image error]The Rappers’ Girlfriend was originally published in CRY Magazine on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.
