Today is just one of those days where everything is going to be tasking. My asthma has been acting up very frequently lately, but sadly, I don’t have (nor can I afford) health insurance. I hate winter so much. It has only started acting up during the cold weather over the past couple years. I can’t even exercise, be outside or in cold dry places for a long time. This is just proof that my black ass is not made for this kind of weather. But I don’t really have a choice but to be outside since I frequently ride the bus or walk long distances. I’m trying to keep it under control, but its stressful tbh. I have finals until the 17. Am I asking for too much? I just want to be able to breathe, be in the sun where I belong, and most importantly damn it, I want my melanin game to be strong (lookin’ pale af).
Tbh my siblings are the best (annoying, but awesome none the less). I can do practically whatever around or with my older sibs. Like we can roll through parties together, get buck, sneak out of the house together and all around have each others back. Alxamdulillah. We might not always agree, but we always support each other in whatever we want to pursue. And my lil bro is the best, so thoughtful, respectful and smart. I can see that we’ve all been doing a lot of growing up lately. My bro always calls to check up on me, sends me encouraging texts in the mornings, and he doesn’t mind talking about relationships and personal things with me. We always go on lunch/dinner dates with my sis and younger brother, talk shit, bullshit, and have fun. My other older bro always does small things like go out randomly and buy my mom her fav Mediterranean food (its funny because she can never remember the restaurants name and calls it ‘Mauritania food’ lol). Its the little things with us :)
Often, in an immigrant family, it’s a very big departure for a child to say: I want to be an artist, not a doctor, not a lawyer, or an engineer. The father, here, tells his daughter what so many immigrant parents tell their children: Art is not the safest route in life. We didn’t sacrifice all this for you to take up a precarious profession.
He tries to comfort her, at the same time, by insisting that being an immigrant makes her an artist already. And this is a fascinating notion: that re-creating yourself this way, re-creating your entire life is a form of reinvention on par with the greatest works of literature. This brings art into the realm of what ordinary people do to in order to survive. It takes away the notion that art is too lofty for the masses, and puts it in the day-to-day. I’ve never seen anyone connect being an artist and an immigrant so explicitly, and for me it was a revelation."