/lit/ - Literature

Unironically an older friend's poem, who wrote it for Black History Month and showed me. Her stuff is usually stream-of-consciousness to the point it's hard to understand (she writes it down by compulsion without really editing it), and I normally don't like muh oppressed soul sista shit, but honestly, the imagery got to me while she was explaining, and I think she actually hit home on the feeling of being exiled in some way. Reading this let me know her marbles actually are there in their own way, that there's cohesion, she was so happy when someone else understood it.

What do you think guys, honestly? I can't shake my feelings on the piece.

Unironically an older friend's poem, who wrote it for Black History Month and showed me. Her stuff is usually stream-of-consciousness to the point it's hard to understand (she writes it down by compulsion without really editing it), and I normally don't like muh oppressed soul sista shit, but honestly, the imagery got to me while she was explaining, and I think she actually hit home on the feeling of being exiled in some way. Reading this let me know her marbles actually are there in their own way, that there's cohesion, she was so happy when someone else understood it.

What do you think guys, honestly? I can't shake my feelings on the piece.