maybe i want to get lost for a bit
A MINUTE ON MEANING: Strong Asian Mothers‘ music skews the overbearing sense you should sleep, stand, shower sporting a smile. Pressure like that pushes you to a breaking point, and you puddle into pieces of patella and pride. Pass it on, really–for people to drop the pressure whitewashing of your recovery. People are a choir of believers and they’ve got the holy fucking spirit in them– and I tell you they believe! you can pick yourself up. That you should, pronto. What else do you have to do but piece yourself together? Well, plenty.
Note the choir here. They sing a polite hymnal of fuck you. They praise pillows and half open eyes pushing out the light. Cos rest is healing. Being pieces of me, is healing. And sometimes, picking myself up to turn on the light will shatter the rehab my sheets swaddled me in. Strong Asian Mothers say: I’ll raise me up when I can. The sun, well, it’ll still shine tomorrow.