A review by cristiana_criss
When You Ask Me Where I'm Going by Jasmin Kaur

3.0

i have no desire
for words that float
on water
i want language so thick
it will drown me with it.
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but what if you get dark
is to say that dark bodies don’t let light in
is to say that there is something dirty
about the biological makeup of skin
is to say that some people are born clean
and need to keep it that way
is to say that you don’t hate black people
but you thank god you weren’t born one.
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think about it
i am told to stop
thinking so much
and i wonder why
it is that in order to
survive in this world
i must not use
my mind.
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i’ve tried boarding up the windows
with deep breathing and changing
all the locks on my thoughts but
when anxiety moves into my body
i am pushed out onto the street
with nothing but a box of crushed
courage and a few flimsy distractions
to hold me over until she decides it is
time to leave.
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how often were we tuned
to entirely different frequencies
while we claimed to hear
each other’s words?
our minds have always
slipped past one another
just close enough to graze
and catch nothing more
than static.