My name is Fatma, but you can call me Guye. | 24.02.2024
I hear you loud and clear, you watching the tree’s talk to each other and blame it on the wind, its fine this way you think standing feet rooted to the door step of your home you take a deep breath, —knock knock.— Come in, and kindly leave your shoes by the door in this household we like to feel again, come in, respectfully gage my attention I have been known to follow my heart the days talk, come in, and let’s talk about why gardens are metaphors for ours this one is for bodies that feel their souls as they succeed themselves, —come in, leave your mask in that fish tank you won’t be needing her here. This home has been known to challenge what you think you already understand.—
It’s not Spring yet, so I’m having to find a reason for the lilac roses and rays of tulips from each exchange I received for good behaviour. —Funny is me accepting it thinking is this what it looks like to be among the living.— Come in, she explains your thoughts have been wondering where you have been, you can’t help but feel guilty about not wanting to stay in silence in the pit of it all, they don’t warn you about the living, instead they say come in reminding you to smile at every opportunity this is how you also make it here, I have been taught to navigate a world that does not find my intelligence important instead I hide it away in public, in environments that are flawed with systems that benefit to take. I want to be able to live without people grabbing at my being thinking they are slick with their blood dipped hands pat my back, laugh at me I mean with me, think it must be the food we are eating slowly rotting us from the inside so we forget what nourishment looks like, so our body stays shiny sick.– I have been counting headaches, my body aches from making choices that feel like they are attacking my body, I am attacking my mind, my mind in my heart and my heart on my mind, this is how we see them for who they really are, all of us navigating a world that was not our first home to begin with. —My name is much sweeter when it leaves your mouth, she reminds me.—
Melody of Being Animate 