the destructive power of western culture and language suffusing everything in my life. the destruction of my own gaze into a western one.

i can't live without feeling constantly like we lost, we are conquered, and that this feeling will never go away. the frustration at the parts of myself forever lost to this even as i write in english on a primarily western website shaped by a very western internet, in full awareness that i do not know how to access such concepts and spaces indigenously.

i need to read some books and relearn my mother tongue. i need help.

    • frompeaches [she/her,they/them]
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      4 years ago

      thank you comrade, I can trace my history back to atleast the first steps of decolonisation of my country – I have always known who I am and where I have come from. I look just like everyone else. I can't imagine growing up without that.

      thank you for reminding me that I can do good with it.