2019 | Fire Night Performance | wood, nails, packaging tape, newspaper, and yarn.
You’ve asked me to braid your hair
I do it because you can’t
Because I can
Over and over again
It then becomes more than hair
The problems that surface
The ones you can’t do
The ones you don’t want to do
I’ll do them for you
Because I can
Your struggles are easier to tackle than mine
So I take them on as my own
While mine are swept to the side
I don’t braid my hair anymore because I am busy braiding yours
I don’t work on me because I’m busy working on you
And it’s wrong
It’s so wrong
So you know what?
Fuck you
Fuck you for putting your shit on me
So that I can no longer take care of my own
Fuck you for letting me
And fuck me for letting you,
For letting me
For forgetting to take care of my own shit
Go braid your own hair.