Ashley Augustin
The Sunken Place. You're stuck and can't move. A white woman is sitting across from you. She stirs her cup of hot tea and the clink of the spoon echos down your core. That's the physical. But the women is also entering your soul, your conscious. You sink down into a pool of darkness. Your first demise. Your sight is viewed in a television box while you float to your eternal silence. You're not in control of yourself, a white man enters your body. Your second demise. Your dark skin desired by all. Your mind, your body, your resilience. It's desired. Why is this woman entering my mind? Why am I wanted? Why am i desired? As you sink towards the sunken place, you think of all your life events leading towards this moment. They want my mind, my body, my skin. As you sink towards the sunken place eternal anger and pain radiates through your conscious as a white man, or a white woman takes reclaim of the skin they've always had the power over.
Journal Entry
22 October 2018
The Sunken Place. You're stuck and can't move. A white woman is sitting across from you. She stirs her cup of hot tea and the clink of the spoon echos down your core. That's the physical. But the women is also entering your soul, your conscious. You sink down into a pool of darkness. Your first demise. Your sight is viewed in a television box while you float to your eternal silence. You're not in control of yourself, a white man enters your body. Your second demise. Your dark skin desired by all. Your mind, your body, your resilience. It's desired. Why is this woman entering my mind? Why am I wanted? Why am i desired? As you sink towards the sunken place, you think of all your life events leading towards this moment. They want my mind, my body, my skin. As you sink towards the sunken place eternal anger and pain radiates through your conscious as a white man, or a white woman takes reclaim of the skin they've always had the power over.
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