She is the culture. Truly fake. Sometimes I think I should be angry, at God, maybe for reminding me of where I come from.
Rather than presenting myself as AChildOfGod.
I’m the Ethiopian
WintanaAsnackeWolana
Half Eritrean.
Parents from warzones. I couldn’t be more sick of hearing the story, about them meeting in secret, not doing dangerous things, like knowing each other wasn’t dangerous enough, because they know the consequences paid in the end.
Sometimes, I think I should be thankfull.
To be from such a place of such strong culture and meaning.
To be from somewhere so enforcing, that Aaron, of all people, can’t escape the colors of that dreaded Ethiopian flag.
And to attach those dreaded three collaborations of art to for monstrosity, to his ears.
Which are a gift.
From God.
