Auntie Maim

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before—-

“I just had to sit down because I got short of breath. I was at a restaurant earlier where the manager had to seat me at the counter because I couldn’t fit in the booth.  I have pain in my knees and my joints. I sleep with a breathing apparatus at night.  And I’m a great candidate for a heart attack.  I hate it.  I hate the way I feel.  But I’ve been overweight for so long that people assume I don…’t want to lose weight.  Friends and family wonder why I don’t just stop eating.  But it’s an addiction for me.  When I walk past a bakery, I feel the same way that an alcoholic must feel when he walks past a bar.  But people seem to think that the alcoholic is unable to quit.  And they think I choose not to.”

“Let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. You arrive in America, land of opportunity, milk and honey and guess what? You all get to be slaves. Split up, sold off and worked to death. The lucky ones get sunday off to sleep and fuck and make more slaves, and all for what? For cotton? Indigo? For a fucking purple shirt? The only good news is the tabacco your grandkids are gonna farm for free is gonna give a shitload of these white motherfuckers cancer. And I ain’t even started yet.”

2017 moodboard by Lito Rodriguez

I’ve always been alone. Even as a child. I’m afraid I will always be alone, because I don’t know how else to be. 

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