Home. Where we come from frames everything we see later, everywhere we go. Whether we liked home or not, whether we’re aware of it or not.
The recourse to reading this young poet talks about totes reminds me of my childhood and adolescence. Different authors, soothing the same pain.
If anyone’s never witnessed me explain why I’ve never dated anyone more than 3 years older than me or won’t go to ‘school uniform’ themed parties, ’13’ says it beautifully. I’m pretty sure the first 20 men who asked for my phone number were all at least 10 years older than me. It reminds me of my innocence with the first few, when I wasn’t sure why they enjoyed a brief conversation so much that they’d like a second one. I still remember the revulsion mixed with fear I felt at the sight of men obviously in their late 40s slowing their cars down to chirpse me and my school-uniform clad friends.
Having said that, growing up as a black girl was great training for becoming a black traveller! The writer, Jasmine Jones, articulates the home I first travelled from.
Happy Black History Month! Throughout October we will be celebratig the achievements of black women past and present through our SHEroes series. To kick things off, here is a ‘Poessay’ (Poetic essay) by our newest writer, Jasmine Jones.
“dark phrases of womanhood
of never havin been a girl”
13 – You are walking down an aisle in a supermarket when you realize a
man has been following you. This man must be at least five years your
senior and he soon tries to call after you. Even as he sees you running
away – he persists. As you run all the way home you are not just running
from the man. You are running from the idea that you – year 8, pre-GCSE –
could be pursued by an adult man. That in that man’s eyes you were no
longer a girl but – an adult woman. When you finally…
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